January 12, 2009

Time to Play with Picture Pages

Remember my mental illness number? You may have seen it passing yours in the last week or so, a white-streak of blazing light with a bumper sticker that reads, “Moon or bust. Or bust anyway. WHATEVER. SHUT UP, SHUT UP, YOU DEMON VOICES!”
My Deadline, she approacheth.

If my mental illness number HASN’T passed yours, and if, in fact, yours can look down and see mine zooming merrily upward toward it from where it sits fumigating deepest cold space with the kind of crazy rays that make folks on earth reach for their tinfoil hats, then get thee to a place where the walls are very soft. Hint: Not a nunnery.

In lieu of coherent thought --- beyond me on this cold and yak-cheese-level-smelly Monday --- here is the new, sharply focused PAPERBACK cover for The Girl Who Stopped Swimming. Whatcha think?

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It’s ACTUALLY from the same shoot as the pic on the hardback, which you can see in the thumbnail in the left sidebar. I like how the new, sharper version lets you see her chippy adolescent toe polish. AND I SAY THIS as a 40 year old woman who is currently sporting about TEN prime examples of chippy toe polish. BUT I AM BAT CRAP CRAZY just now, so, perhaps chippy toe polish has a more diverse demographic than “just for tweens.” I would guess it includes tweens and loons and busy people and women currently experiencing winter.

TGWSS launches in PB in May. May 26th. I linked to AMAZON because they are the only folks so far with it up for pre-order, and you know, when it comes to books, mine in particular, I think you should order early and often. *nodnodnod* If you haven’t read TGWSS yet, the character I love and hate very most in the book is named Thalia. (Pronounced THALE-ya) and I stole the name and the glorious blonde locks from a perfectly charming little girl who was my BFF for a week every summer when we met up at WIREGRASS CHRISTIAN YOUTH CAMP.

ANOTHER Me-n-Thalia photo has surfaced on facebook:

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I wish I knew where she ended up. I liked that chick so much as a kid. I hope she doesn’t mind I used her name for a wild actrss (but a pretty one! Also smart and savvy and, er, maybe just slightly nihilistic. And chock full of moral turpitude. Prone to violence and havoc. BUT PRETTY. Did I mention pretty?)

Just for funsies, let’s play a humiliating game of FIND THE DORK IN THIS PHOTO:

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Yes. You are correct, the dork is ME, the one in the stylin’ Gauchos with the Salad Bowl hair cut. I. Was. So. Cool. Even then! AND as you can imagine, I am ALMOST a little bit cooler than that NOW. Hard to believe, but TROO.

Last and least, a lolcat I liked so much, here on the eve of my fast approaching deadline, that I sent it to my editor:

funny pictures of cats with captions
more More lolcats here


Peace out.

Posted by joshilyn at January 12, 2009 5:22 AM
Comments

*shudder*, GAUCHOS. I'm convinced they were a plot to trick the already-dorky me into buying them, then instantly declaring they were out of fashion in order to make me DORKIER.

By the way, in that photo, I must say it looks like there's plenty of dorkitude to go around!
;-)

Posted by: Brigitte at January 12, 2009 7:05 AM

I love the cover. And I love the book. Love love love.

I hate gauchos. I hated bowl cuts. Hate hate hate.

I like-a YOU.

Posted by: nik at January 12, 2009 7:26 AM

Wow. You are a very brave person, posting your childhood dorky picture. My version is at about age 11, at Girl Scout camp, wearing a patchwork print bikini. Yep, standing flat footed, staring straight at the camera, belly pooched out, absolutely nothing keeping the top from sliding up around my neck but wishful thinking.

My Girl Scout camp "name" was Bookworm. I wanted Mustang, but that was taken. Hmmm... my e-mail address is bibliophile - seems I'm still just a grown up version of my 11-year-old dorky self. I can live with that. Now if only I could still wear a bikini.

Posted by: Sandi at January 12, 2009 8:56 AM

Love the paperback cover, but am not buying that it's the same pic at the hardback. The leg positioning is different, and I must say, the foot-half-off the rim of the pool in the paperback photo is making me VERY VERY anxious, even though I know how the story turns out!

Posted by: RuthWells at January 12, 2009 10:00 AM

Thank you so much for your blog. You make me laugh, and inspire me with every post.

I've nominated you for a Brillante Weblog Award. The post linking to the rules, etc. can be found at http://www.blogspot.quiltinjenny.com.

Thanks again.

Jen

Posted by: Jen at January 12, 2009 10:06 AM

Swimming will be the ONLY book I don't have in hardback. When is the NEXT book and NEXT tour? Cause, you always hit Oxford, and I am not 45 minutes from there and probably going to school at Ole Miss. :)

Posted by: Heather at January 12, 2009 11:40 AM

I don't think we should let the gouchos hog the spotlight.. what about that George Washington tank top? ; )

If it makes you feel any better, my camp mates posted a picture of me on FB in a white jumpsuit with a double belt. It was awful. Lord, but the 80s were scary.

Posted by: Jill W. at January 12, 2009 12:21 PM

OOPS -- I said that wrong -- I meant it is from the same photo SHOOT as the hardback cover.

J

Posted by: Joshilyn at January 12, 2009 1:02 PM

Sweetie, I'd be hard pressed to find anyone who was NOT dorky looking in that photo. Yes indeedy, those were the days.....sigh. I've plenty of these ego deflating pics myself. And we are all WAY cooler now.

Posted by: kathy at January 12, 2009 1:16 PM

Good luck with your book! You can do it!

I like the paperback cover, but it's NOT the same picture as the hardback. You fib. Her hands and dress and feet are in different positions, and she's wearing a watch and hairband/bracelet. It's fun to see her feet.

Posted by: Holly at January 12, 2009 4:49 PM

I loved/hated Thalia so much :D Congrats on the PB, you rockstar, you!

Posted by: Heather at January 12, 2009 5:48 PM

I have a picture, scratch that, my mother has a picture that she pulls out on occasion to embarraaaaaaass me and put me on the same plane as everyone else. I was in the 2nd grade and had taken her motherly size bra, put it on, and stuffed it PROUDLY with tp. I was so er, normal.

Posted by: Cele at January 12, 2009 5:56 PM

You mentioned Camp Wiregrass. Does that mean you grew up c of C or just went to that camp?

Posted by: Sarah at January 12, 2009 9:23 PM

Is that a picture of George Washington on your tank top??

Posted by: Wilma at January 12, 2009 11:10 PM

I would have said "the guy with the box on his head" but I guess I missed out on Dork Identification (I only ever went to Girl Scout camp).

All of your books are on Kindle (which I was recently blessed/cursed with as a gift) and may I say, those 10 percent samples rock.

Especially because they have that "buy me" link at the end, so when you can't put the book down, you just hand over some moulah and keep on reading.

Posted by: firefly at January 13, 2009 7:02 PM

My camp had a MUCH better name than WIREGRASS. It was Ch-Yo-Ca, therefore, in all of MY camp pictures I only look like half a dork. (That is so not true. . .the camp name is true--but I was a big, big dork and my mother MADE my gauchos--they were not purchased.)

Love the paperback cover. Love the chippy nail polish. Love that you are a real person with dorky photos.

Posted by: Roxanne at January 14, 2009 10:41 AM

Huh. I was going to say that the biggest dork was the kid in the foreground, faking a heart attack.

Dang. Guess I don't get my dorkspotting badge yet.

Posted by: alala at January 14, 2009 11:15 AM