The "A" in AIDA
It’s not that we judge books by their covers. But if you’re standing in a bookstore staring at a dozen photo-realistic illustrations next to one cartoony sketch, you’re gonna notice the cartoony sketch.
A great cover makes us look.
I’ve made a start on learning the 12-bar blues on the ukulele. Slowly working my way toward Stairway to Heaven. Oh yeah.
Speaking of heaven, read some of this:
Photo by Leah Tautkute
Did you take the leap with me last week and admit to yourself that your writing is what needs improving–not your friends’ tastes? Are you ready to find out how to fix it?
Some interesting takes on the shoe mystery in the stories and in last week’s comments. I’ll never look at lost shoes the same way again. : )
Unrelated note: anybody else getting more spam comments than usual? In the last week I’ve gone from a handful a week to more than a dozen a day. What’s up with that?
image by Proxy Indian
I was terrified. I was ecstatic. Sending my novel – my brainchild – out into the world for the first time. By “the world” I mean, to a few of my closest friends. My brother and best friend finished within a week. Probably due in part to a feeling of obligation. “It’s great!” they said, “Wouldn’t change a thing.”