Because I do mostly romance cover art, I try to keep up with hot topics, what romance readers like and don’t like, preferably about covers. Tonight, while looking for those hot topics, I stumbled on a discussion about reading records. When I was 9 or 12 years old, I started a reading record of my own. I listed the books I read by title, author, date, and number of pages, etc., and every time I finished reading another book, I’d…
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I just had my first deep tissue massage. It’s silly that I’ve never had one before. My back is notorious for being as stiff as a board. Like wood, H.E. would say. The best massages I had before today involved a lot of kneading and a lot of heavier-than-me weight on top of me. And still, my muscles would be unyielding. Since I lost the day job, though, and long since I stopped commuting 150 miles a day, my back…
By H.E.’s estimate, I should actually be doing two book covers a day to make a living, and I’m not quite sure yet if I can do that. So I’m trying to figure out ways to supplement my income without increasing my workload. Does anyone actually make money selling photography prints or Cafepress items, I wonder? Anyway, H.E. and I went to one of those garden and landscaping supply places, and the photo above is of some sneaky gargoyle hatching…
I tend to like shooting birds … with my camera, I mean. I seem to have better luck with them more than anything. I have lousy luck shooting my cat; she won’t sit still for it. And I feel self-conscious shooting people, like I’m intruding on their privacy or something. H.E., on the other hand, loves shooting people. He has tricks, that one. We went to the beach once, and he took a million shots of people while they were…