Bookbinding
In mid-December a client made a request for a 2024 schedule to be ready soon. By soon, I think they meant before January 2024, which, as you know, zoomed by quite quickly. I told them that was impossible because I was taking a short break for New Year’s and subsequent joys and regrets about failed New Year’s Resolutions.
However, I finished it and shipped it off. The client was disappointed that it came so late but not with the final pro...
Bookbinding
In mid-December a client made a request for a 2024 schedule to be ready soon. By soon, I think they meant before January 2024, which, as you know, zoomed by quite quickly. I told them that was impossible because I was taking a short break for New Year’s and subsequent joys and regrets about failed New Year’s Resolutions.
However, I finished it and shipped it off. The client was disappointed that it came so late but not with the final product itself. I warned them it would be late. I guess the lesson here is I shouldn’t take orders for schedules so late in the year.
Each schedule I make is personalized for the client. I ask them to send 12 to 14 photos that they’d like in the book and in what order if they have a preference. I also ask what style of schedule they’d like. For example, if the week starts on Monday or Sunday, if holidays are named or just red. Plus other desires the client can think of. This all takes time, of course, but if I weren’t so lazy, I could probably do it quicker.
Fiction
Molly Bright is being edited nicely. I’m tightening up action, dialog, characters. Making supporting characters more in tune with the major themes of friendship, honesty, loyalty etc. Plus, the end is in sight! I mean, action and reaction, tying up loose ends, facing a lot of editing is in sight.
Themes for the major characters are occurring naturally. For example, the kidnap victim, Sawako, is linked to water: surfing, swimming, bathing, and waterboarding.
The first paragraph of Molly Bright. Any comments are appreciated.
Sawako loved the freedom of the sea, of swimming in it, of floating on it, of sailing over it, especially of surfing in, over, and on it. Sweeping down a wave; curling left or right. Dangling her toes over the front of the board or to the side. Crouching down to slide under the lip. Leaning back to flip away. Skimming over the water, her face inches from the wave hurtling down on her ready to crush her bones; the sea was liquid as solid as concrete. For a few exhilarating seconds her fear concentrated on the Here. The Now. The Wave. Not on them. In surfing, she was free. They disappeared.
Substack
I’ve posted here about why I haven’t posted on Substack which I’m renewing posting on. Sort of like many people promising to post more on all their various social media sites but then they fade away …
Actually, remember a novel I wrote about last podcast (listen here) called Heart of September? This post on Substack is a recap of what I have posted on Substack up until February 14 of last year, so a year ago.
