Tuesday, August 9, 2011
But every once in a while, I'll create a story or a project that reels him in. There was, for example, my co-authored (with Vertex CEO Matt Emmens) corporate fable, Zenobia, which William illustrated with whimsical black-and-white line drawings and which was beautifully reviewed, I just this moment discovered, here. There was also Ghosts in the Garden, my collection of mid-life musings, which William supplemented with gorgeous black and white photos (though they morphed into pinkish and grayish images once the book was translated in South Korea).
Lately, as many of you know, I have been at work on a new book, a prequel to my Centennial Philadelphia novel, Dangerous Neighbors (Egmont USA). If this sudden split of quiet time holds, I'll be two-thirds or so through the first draft by weekend's end. Enough story, in other words, for William to get working on what will be (thanks to the recent purchase of some very intriguing animation software and flash lighting systems) some extraordinary 3-D illustration work.
This means that William will have to read at least some of this tale which stars (no accident there) a young man named William. This means as well that I'm writing my heart out. Because if I only get my husband's literary attention every once in a blue book, I sure as heck want to make it worth his while.