The Furious Spinner

Got the jpg mock up of my cover for Broken Moon. I'm still not satisfied. I wish my editor was back from leave. I just got off the phone with my agent. We looked at the cover together and discussed it. Mostly we laughed. I love my agent. I know I've said that before, but I say it again. He's someone I'd actually like to spend time with. I can't tell you the things we were laughing about because a) part of it was rude, b) you had to be there. You know how people who know each other can laugh about things that other people wouldn't find even the least bit amusing. Of course, I guess I can't say we know every detail of each other's lives, but I consider him a bud. I mean, how many people can say that about their agents? It's nearly sacrilegious to say you like your agent and that he is a good caring human bean. So I defy convention! (Don't worry. I'm not going to stand outside his house holding up a boombox playing "In Your Eyes" ala John Cusack in Say Anything....)

Speaking of bizarro, I dreamed of you all last night. Yes, you, the collective Furious Spinner readers. I woke up giggling. I was in Afghanistan, probably because I'd been fussing about my cover before I went to sleep. (The book is about an Afghan girl.) In part of the dream some women were trying to get me to conform to their way of life. I believe they were trying to prepare me to get married. They had me get into this grayish wool dress that came down to my ankles. I looked in the mirror and it didn't look like me. I was thin and had small breasts. I thought, "I need to blog this. My readers know I don't look anything like this." I told the women I couldn't wear the dress. They tried to cajole me into keeping it on. I said, "No! I'm allergic to wool. Get this off of me!"

Then I was in the kitchen or some place with an old Afghan woman and a baby. The old woman was angry. She opened her mouth and I could see she had tattoos all over the inside of her mouth. This was apparently a custom. I wondered if the baby had had to endure this tattooing process. A mouth tattoo would be very painful, wouldn't it?.

Very strange. But I thought it was amusing I was going to blog it all, so you would know what was happening.

Beautiful day. I need to do library work all day, but I also need to go see Linda. Better eat. You, too.

May You Dream in Beauty! 3 comments

3 Comments:

Two new books coming out, Kim? Whooee, this northern crone is dancing. Have a good one. . . . Blessings, Cate

By  kerrdelune, at 9:43 AM  

Keep dancing, but...Broken Moon is due out next year. Church of the Old Mermaids hasn't even been sent out yet. My agent is looking at it now, and I need to go over it one more time before we send it to any publishers. But I'm hoping...so keep on dancing. We could call it the publishing dance.

By  Kim Antieau, at 11:07 PM  

i place myself at your lotus feet

this blog is beautiful water and fury

thank you for your healing words...

my pictures are here, a gift for your gift to me:

www.oisinbyrne.com

all of my love,

oisin

By  oisin, at 6:04 AM  

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