Sometimes a silence builds up like a damn: I've so much to report I don't report anything.
So here goes:
Today I sent my Canadian and U.S. publishers suggestions for the cover art for THE SHADOW QUEEN. (Wow: it's really happening.)
This took all morning—during which there was an earthquake!—and entailed poking around in my old files.
It was moving opening up a file of the original images I had used for building my characters years ago. I'm in the process of "building" characters for The Next Novel (the Young Adult about Josephine's daughter Hortense), and it was a pleasant reminder of how helpful it can be to scout out character images on the Net. (I used Morgue File.)
Here is the image I selected for Claude (Claudette), heroine of THE SHADOW QUEEN:
I KNOW: it's a guy, but something in his look spoke to me of Claude, who is a masculine woman.
And then later I found a Rossetti painting that struck me as Claude at court:
I was shocked to see how much alike these two images were — compare their eyes, eye brows, nose, lips. Amazing.
This Sargent painting is my image of Claude at the end of her life: triumphant!
In a few weeks I will get the copy edit of THE SHADOW QUEEN. It will be entirely edited in Word. (With every novel the technology changes, in large part because I am such a slow writer.)
Then, after, I will plunge into writing the first draft of The Next Novel.
Juggling two historical periods is a bit of a challenge. I'm not having much luck making room on my shelves for new books.
The rest, in brief:
•The advance praise for THE SHADOW QUEEN—that is "blurbs"—has been fantastic.
•I'm reading Jane Austen in preparation for The Next Novel. More on dear Jane later.
•Both my husband and I are sick with colds only a few days in advance of a trip to New York. (Grrrr.)
•I began looking through the two boxes of the letters I wrote to my parents, found in their attic after my father died. I read through all of 1969: what a slice.
Lost in Memory Lane indeed.