Sneak Peek of Cover Art

The illustrator of my cover has posted a partial peek at the artwork for my book. If you click on the link below and scroll down the page, the last illustration on the most recent post is of a green girl underwater. You can only see part of her face but at least it will give you a feel of what it looks like.

http://tombagshaw.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-work-work-work.html

He says he will be posting the rest of picture soon.

YIPPPPPEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

I am DONE.

D-O-N-E, done with revisions to my Forbidden Sea manuscript. YESSSSSSSS! *she does a few cartwheels, then does the moonwalk across the room*

Go, Sheila. Go, Sheila. *Pant, pant*

Okay, I'm calm now. No wait, got to do the funky chicken. Whew! Glad I got all of that out of my system.

I got a look at the artwork for my book's cover--it is GORGEOUS. Mr. Bagshaw has outdone himself this time. He has my mermaid from the waist up, with all her hair floating around her. She is beckoning to the viewer with one hand. I couldn't be more pleased. I've been so nervous about how it would turn out. The cover is everything when it comes to the sales of a book. I can't post a copy of the artwork on this blog yet because I don't own the copyright to the image, but as soon as Orchard Books puts out an official copy online I'll post a link here. Wait until you see it. It's just breathtaking. I can't wait to get my first box of advanced reader copies so I can start taking them to the local bookstores around here.

It's all coming together now--I just have to be patient a little longer. *Sigh*

When Inspiration Strikes

I recently got a fantastic idea for a new story. I get a lot of these, but usually I write them down and put them aside for another day, usually after I’ve finished the current manuscript I’m working on. This one, however, would not be put aside. It has taken over at the moment, possessing my imagination day and night. My mom noticed I was preoccupied one day and wanted to know what was on my mind. When I told her it was a story she wanted to know what it was about. I was running late so she followed me around while I was gathering my things to leave. The more I told her, the more she pushed me for more and more of the story. When I got to the end of the story, she actually cried. “That’s a good story,” she said. “You’d better write it.” So I’ve given in and started writing the manuscript. We’ll see where it leads me. It’s a ghost story, and a little on the scary side but it has a great (romantic) ending, even if I do say so myself. Sorry Karlene, I’ll have to figure out a way to get it edited without bringing the scary parts to writer’s group.