This was in my Amazon recommended list. I understand why—it’s because of the books I’ve bought—but damn, if I had that kind of money to throw around or bookshelf space to fill, then yeah, I might actually consider it. As it is, I’ve got plenty of books on my TBR (To Be Read) pile. The tiny few of the most recently acquired in that very huge pile is a couple of Thomas Hardy books and a three-volume set of The…
3 days late and $300 short. I didn’t actually start this until long after Friday, but what the heck. I’m trying to fit in more personal art, and Illustration Friday seems to be the way to do it. So here you go. First to guess the story illustrated gets brownie points. 🙂 Share this post:
For the cover of Love and Magic, the two authors made a couple of requests. Trista requested a castle on the cover, and Shara requested something out of Hollywood Cemetery, which is located in Richmond, Virginia. As always, I said I would do what I could and made no promises. That’s when Shara offered me the use of her father’s photos from Hollywood Cemetery. I gave my usual disclaimers about resolution and quality, but as it turned out, one of…
Today, in light of what’s happened in New Orleans, the powers that be in Huntington Beach left an envelope at my doorstep—at everyone’s doorstep—with the words “Official EMERGENCY information from the City of Huntington Beach” written on it. In the envelope is a letter outlining what we all can do to be prepared in the event of any disaster—the highest risk being earthquake, then flood or storm, fire or explosion, chemical spill, violence, and what have you. There is also…
Well, here’s Git, disguised as a little girl and running away from the secret agent assigned to his case, who is in turn trying to get away from the Oireachtas dance competition bouncer, who in turn thinks the secret agent is a pervert. It’s actually a really cute story written by G. Allen Wilbanks—great narrating voice and funny as hell. And the descriptive metaphors are priceless: Hundreds of miniature, beauty-queen caricatures flashed past me, ricocheting off of furniture, walls, and…