Yay again! Last night when I opened the packages that arr...
Yay again! Last night when I opened the packages that arrived for me while I was in San Jose, I discovered a) the really excellent books I got in New Orleans (including one that has, thank goodness, the floor-plan of the old house that I use as the model for Ben and Rose's place on Esplanade - since it's VERY difficult to get into that house*) and b) my author-copies of The Magistrates of Hell. One of which I of course sat up reading until WAY too late last night, so it's nearly noon now and I have yet to do a lick of work...
The cover isn't how I think of Ysidro as looking, but other than that, I'm just delighted that the book is in print and presumably available through Amazon (or will be soon). One of these days - and it's going to be summer before I have fifteen minutes time off to spare - I'll have to start painting or drawing pictures of the characters of my stories, and posting them. I used to oil paint, when I had time (and intend to go back to it, when I'm not quite so buried in work); probably the best I'd be able to do these days is sort of anime-style drawings. But for every drawing drawn, a dish would go unwashed...
I'll also have to figure out how to post photographs on LJ... unless that's something that would require me to get a paid account?
In the meanwhile, I guess I need to go to Amazon and check whether Magistrates is indeed available... and it looks like it is! (And has a cool scribbly handwriting-font for the title, that I'll have to track down and acquire...)
*Mind you, I did sneak briefly into the yard of the house, because it was being set up for an "event". I should have just waltzed on through and checked around the upstairs again, but they'd have thrown me out**, and anyway, now I have the floor-plan in a book.
**Of course, I've sneaked into stranger places. One afternoon George and I were at Disneyland, in the "Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Three-Hour Line", and on our way out - through that long passageway that has a huge ornamental gate to one side that's usually locked... Well, the huge ornamental gate wasn't locked. So we went through it and found ourselves standing next to a hollowed-out concrete giraffe on the banks of the Jungle Rivers of the World. Had a boat come by - and had we been spotted - I'm SURE we'd have been escorted out of the park, so I hustled the loudly-protesting George back through the gate. But I was pretty tempted to sit on the hollow concrete rock and wave at the next boat by.
The cover isn't how I think of Ysidro as looking, but other than that, I'm just delighted that the book is in print and presumably available through Amazon (or will be soon). One of these days - and it's going to be summer before I have fifteen minutes time off to spare - I'll have to start painting or drawing pictures of the characters of my stories, and posting them. I used to oil paint, when I had time (and intend to go back to it, when I'm not quite so buried in work); probably the best I'd be able to do these days is sort of anime-style drawings. But for every drawing drawn, a dish would go unwashed...
I'll also have to figure out how to post photographs on LJ... unless that's something that would require me to get a paid account?
In the meanwhile, I guess I need to go to Amazon and check whether Magistrates is indeed available... and it looks like it is! (And has a cool scribbly handwriting-font for the title, that I'll have to track down and acquire...)
*Mind you, I did sneak briefly into the yard of the house, because it was being set up for an "event". I should have just waltzed on through and checked around the upstairs again, but they'd have thrown me out**, and anyway, now I have the floor-plan in a book.
**Of course, I've sneaked into stranger places. One afternoon George and I were at Disneyland, in the "Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Three-Hour Line", and on our way out - through that long passageway that has a huge ornamental gate to one side that's usually locked... Well, the huge ornamental gate wasn't locked. So we went through it and found ourselves standing next to a hollowed-out concrete giraffe on the banks of the Jungle Rivers of the World. Had a boat come by - and had we been spotted - I'm SURE we'd have been escorted out of the park, so I hustled the loudly-protesting George back through the gate. But I was pretty tempted to sit on the hollow concrete rock and wave at the next boat by.
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