Friday, September 26, 2008
There we were, visiting our son at college (he looks so good, he is so wise, my heart just flips when he's near). And there were Jill Santopolo and Carla Weise at HarperCollins, working toward a difficult cover deadline for Nothing but Ghosts. I was walking through a hotel lobby. I got a message from Jill. A few bumbling technical difficulties (on my end) and, suddenly, there sat the cover, on my husband's phone.
I fell in love.
You want to embrace those who have read your story and who have translated it into art. This blog is my embrace of Jill and Carla, for seeing this jacket through.
Nothing but Ghosts began life as a relentless finch and in the aftermath of my mother's passing. It went through countless iterations. It has emerged, it is emerging, as a book of which (forgive me) I am proud. A book that I hope says something.