Sunday, October 14, 2012

Sunday Things

I had a weird dream about third-rate hotel rooms and finding a pigeon with a broken leg in the woods. Pigeons don't live in the woods. I have no idea what my subconscious is trying to tell me.

On a less confusing note, I've designed another cover for Harper Fox.

Rather purrdy, even if I say so myself. Harper likes it too, and that's what matters. I used the gorgeousness of that frosty glass surface as the starting point of the design.

I probably shouldn't admit it, but half the time at the beginning of a project—design and writing alike—I have a wild moment of panic, when I'm convinced I can't do it. But then it all works out. Usually.


  1. You know, that moment of panic sounds like the panic at the beginning of every class I ever took in college... :)

    I think I recognize the guy on the left, but not enough that I'm grabbing your cover for my Misadventures file. ;)

    1. Phew! It's unavoidable though, sooner or later I will end up on the wall of shame.

      A decade after graduating I still had nightmares about forgetting an exam.

  2. Is there no end to your talents?
    Oh, and slap me for reminding you that wood pigeons live in the woods (or at least the noisy smeggers do in the woods outside my bedroom window - feel free to pop over and break their legs).

    1. can't sing.

      I've never met a wood pigeon, not in the old country and neither here, in the colonies. You should hire a couple of robins to break their legs. Then send them over the pond to deal with those pesky mocking birds. The bastards make a racket all night.

      We have an interesting population of green parrots here too. They are native to South America, but escape house pet versions of them set up home in L.A. The climate is just right. They're noisy during the day, but sound sleepers, so I don't mind them.