Last minute edits, changes of heart, epiphanies, and overlooked mistakes…it’s been a week of 16-hour work days for me but it was worth it. That neat stack of paper that you see on my dining room table is 184 pages of the Damn Garden Book layed out, pasted down, glued in, and numbered.
Dare I say it? When I meet my editor at Bloomsbury tomorrow (today — it’s 12:08am) my work is done. DONE.
Except for the proofs and whatever else pops up between now and when Barnes and Noble puts it face-out in the Gardening Section next Spring.
I’m so tired that it feels as if I’m typing this drunk. Thank you one and all for your Comments these past 2 weeks, which cheered me so much you can’t even know.
Well. I can’t let you head off into the week end without giving you something besides words…
…so, Dear Reader Casey asked if I would care to give you all a peak at an art work from the Rejects Binder, from the mountain of paintings I did that did not make it into the Damn Garden Book.
This is an old, old painting I did waaaay back, about 8 years ago.
As you can see, I chopped off the top section because that’s my old way of doing foliage (and the Grumbacher paints look pretty muddy to me now). This is what it looked like after I rescued it after 8 years of painting my brains out:
And then I didn’t have a place for it in the DGB. So as of now, it is orphaned with all the other pictures that don’t have a story.
THIS JUST IN: I got an early morning email from Casey, who asked me to do my tea bag thing for this pic, to show scale. So here it is:
You might also remember this:
This was my idea for the cover of the Damn Garden Book, before Bloomsbury showed me their much better idea.
You might be interested in how I re-purposed this. Yes?
SPOILER ALERT: I needed to put in poinsettias for narrative purposes. You’ll understand when you read the last chapter of the DGB.
Anyhoo, it now looks like this (call it “magical realism”, since it IS a portrait of a South American garden experience):
Feel free to discuss.
I can’t stay awake a minute longer.
Have a great weekend, everyone. Sweet dreams.
P.S. I will be out of my “office” until early afternoon, so I won’t be here to approve Comments. But please, send me your thoughts any way, and by tea time I’ll have your bones mots up! (Auto correct. Bon mots. Serves me right for sticking in some French here.) Your good words. Merci.