I have a trailer. We’re tweaking it here and there as we look at it or get feedback, but it’s fun (while waiting for mine – here’s one to watch …teeheehee… 500 impressions in 2 minutes )
I am feeling a little wild – a little whoopee – a little gigglypoo and as if I should dance. Not because of anything in particular – except that I feel happy right now. It’s not just my VK coming alive – it’s the way the chimes are singing in the wind, the bones of the trees tipping over and back, the way my hair is stuck up on end and I don’t care, the coffee taste on my tongue, the cold north carolina mountain air-but I’m tucked in my little log house nice and warm, the way my robe feels soft and cozy, the way I can feel the buzz of all of you even though I can’t see your eyes–blues and browns and greens and hazels–the way the birds flock to the feeder with their feathers puffed out against the chill, the red squirrels grown plump on our sunflower seeds, the way the currents of the air hold promise for things I’ve wished for in the dark, my eyes open to the black night, but a good black night, a mountain cove night, a night that turns into a brightly lit morning with the mists hovering over the Great Smoky Mountains – those grandfathers and grandmothers that cradle me here, ancient and wild and bold. Yes, I’m feeling a little wild and as if I will dance.
It’s weird when you begin to see interpretations of your words into images – covers, trailers, and even titles. How curious I’d be to sit down with people who will read the book, or those who have, and ask them questions. Or to show them a series of images and ask them to pull out those that say “tender graces, that’s it right there, that’s the book/the character/the setting/the tone/the feeling of it.” Maybe I’ll do that one day.
I thought of a new “contest” for the BRIDA book. It’s probably lame as poo-bah-doo but for a writer, I am sometimes sadly lacking in imagination *laugh* This was my midnight thought: to have a couple of smiles put here, the mouth only, and the one who guesses who the smiles belong to wins the BRIDA book -huh? huh? yeah? *laugh* Of course, it’d be “famous” people smile; I mean, not like the guy down in the valley who owns the little grocery, or my Aunt Mabel–especially since I don’t have an Aunt Mabel. Anyway, unless I just finish all my Deep Creek Blend coffee and realize this is a really bad idea, that’s what I’ll post tomorrow…mouths. Huhn. Yeah.
Okay, I’m placing an image here of when I was a baby – about six months I guess. On my left hand, “wedding ring finger” is a ring! Since this is the first time I’ve ever seen a photo of me as a baby this young (long story), I never knew about this ring. And why would they put it on the “wedding ring” finger? Anyone else ever wore a baby ring when you were a babe? Anyone know if there’s some significance to it being on that finger – or maybe they just stuck it there because that’s were rings went back then and people didn’t really wear rings on other fingers? Huhn. Anyway – first time I’ve seen a baby photo of any baby with a ring on their finger, but I’ve been told this was a big thing “way back in the dark ages of the fifties and early sixties.” Now I know my incredible cuteness and that little curl on my head will distract you – but, there’s that ring, on my little teeny finger. You can click on the image to see it larger if you can’t see that ring.
(stock image from google: