Media kit: Done

After a little (O.K. a lot of) rearranging and reuploading and relinking, I finally have the media kit finished for Twisted Vol. 1. I had a bit of a kit available on the publisher site, but I hadn’t uploaded anything yet on the book site so I wanted to get moving on it. That, and the original media kit was mostly geared toward the Kickstarter campaign which, if you haven’t noticed, was finished about a year ago. I had some catching up to do.

So available for download would be:

  • The cover image (both low and high res)
  • A still from the book trailer (low and high res)
  • Two head shots to choose from, one casual, one formal (low and high res for each)
  • The book’s one-sheet (pdf)
  • A contact sheet (pdf)
  • An author bio (pdf)
  • Info about the book (pdf)

I also have links to all the reviews I know about, plus the Kirkus Reviews Indie Spotlight Q&A they did with me and whatever other press the book has gotten along with all the links for the book: the book’s site, blog, trailer and shop.

I’m hoping I haven’t forgotten anything. I’m sure somebody will let me know if I did (and thanks in advance).

Kirkus interviewed me about Twisted!

After they reviewed the Twisted book, Kirkus contacted me and asked if I would do an interview for them. Of course I said I would! Here’s a link to the page:

http://www.kirkusreviews.com/blog/fiction/indie-spotlight-nora-thompsons-twisted/

Nora Thompson’s Twisted features 28 brief chapters of repulsive, funny flash-fiction. In our review, we noted that the debut author “shines at using multiple perspectives to breathe new life into conventional tales, with story endings that are surprising and skillfully foreshadowed.”

Repulsive? Yep. That’s what they said.

The interview was done back and forth over email with Kathryn Lawson, and I thank her much for taking the time. Please, if you will, “Like” the page, g +1 it, email it, tweet it. Any help will certainly help!

Stop motion at its finest

I went to see ParaNorman last Friday (on the day it opened, of course), and it was fantastic. It was well written, well animated and well paced. It brought up the subjects of bullying and mob mentality, and addressed them without hitting you over the head with a sermon.

Norman also solved the main problem of the movie by confronting it rather than putting a Band-Aid on it and kicking it on down the road. But more than that, he confronted it by talking to it rather than using violence. Conflict resolution: what a unique idea. I’ll have some more, please.

Just a little illustration to tease you

I’m working on a novel geared toward middle-gradish kids (like The Graveyard Book or The Book Thief are considered), and I’ll also be illustrating it. I’ve never written anything of these proportions, and sometimes so many words can be overwhelming to a picture person. A couple of times I felt the need to get away from Word and get back into Photoshop just to keep my sanity and my focus and my love of the story.

I wanted to post one of the illustrations I did for the book, just to tease you a little. If I have my way, the illustration above will cover a two-page spread at the start of the book. The text “Part One: Fliers” will be laid over the image on the right hand page about halfway down, under the bird.

How do people do it?

I’ll just say it: I’m tired.

I have a job. I mean, a regular, pack my lunch, get in the car and drive to work kind of job. When the day’s over, I’m beat. I didn’t used to be that way, but I didn’t used to have this many revolutions around the sun under my belt.

I’ve got ideas. Book ideas. Illustration ideas. Painting ideas. Stuffed animal ideas. Resin figurine ideas. I just don’t have the time or the energy to get all these ideas out there.

I’m totally slacking.

I’ve been spending tons and tons of time writing my novel, and I haven’t spent enough time finishing my mailing list, and my postcard mailing is months behind. I have a long list of promo stuff I need to be doing with my Twisted book, but the list is collecting dust in the pile of all the other things I’ve started lists for.

My office space is a mess. I haven’t cleaned in forever because, well, I’ve been writing a novel which, apparently, consumes a vast majority of one’s life.

I’ve started a list of things I absolutely have to get working on tomorrow. Unfortunately, none of them involve creating anything. My mom used to write to-do lists for herself all the time. She died with a list sitting on her kitchen table.

I have a feeling I’ll never get finished either.

Thanks for listening.

Photos while bike riding

Yeah. It probably isn’t a good idea to take photos while you’re actually moving on the bike, but I couldn’t resist.

Great Allegheny Passage from Confluence to Fort Hill. Cleared the cobwebs. Got me focused.

A few days ago I had written about 12 important pages for the end of my latest novel, and they felt like I just wanted to get it done. I thought about them on the trail, about what the problems were, about what questions really needed to be solved better (or solved period) and about what needed more explanation. When I sat down after I got home, I started handwriting ideas out that I didn’t want to forget on scrap paper. After the third sheet and I still wasn’t finished, I decided to finish up on the computer.

Two pages single-spaced later, I’ve got problems solved that I didn’t even realize I had.

Tomorrow, we write.

Website Listing Service scam

I don’t like getting junk snail mail. It’s annoying and not very earth friendly. But I got a piece of junk mail the other day that’s a little worse than annoying. First, here’s the front and back:

It looks like a legitimate bill, doesn’t it? Except for that print in the middle of the front page that says “THIS IS NOT A BILL,” it would be hard to tell that it wasn’t. They’ve even perforated the bottom of the page to send with your “remittance.” This page and a return envelope were the only things in the mailing, which makes it look even more like a bill.

A few things:

    1. You people suck. If you want to get business, how about doing a great job at what you do.
    2. Do you really think I would patronize a business that’s trying to con me into using their business? Those aren’t the kind of people I want to deal with.
    3. The name of the company is Web Listings Inc. Their email address is info@web-listings.net. I’m not saying you should spam them or anything. Just know who they are when you’re the one they contact.

The Trials and Tribulations of a Reluctantly Reluctant Reader

I wrote a post about a month ago in response to a few comments I received in a couple of book reviews I got on the Twisted book, and I just reread yesterday what I had written in the post. After a little time away, sometimes you see things you missed that maybe bring up points you hadn’t originally planned on making.

The post itself was supposed to be about how people were perceiving the book and how my implied words and illustrations weren’t being taken at face value. As if that wasn’t my intention from the start, but let’s not go there right now.

When I reread the original post, I saw a few lines in there that I had written that weren’t exactly what I was aiming for in hindsight. Here they are:

First, my mentor. Dr. Michael A. Arnzen taught me everything I know about writing fiction. He’s a good teacher, and from what I’ve heard, a good writer as well. Why don’t I know he’s a good writer? Well, because he writes horror, and I really don’t like to read horror. I’ve tried reading his stuff, but it’s not what floats my blood cells, if you know what I mean. But you know what? He’s won enough Bram Stoker Awards to shut up anybody who thinks the genre is all about teen gore movies. Just do a search for “Arnzen” on this page, and you’ll see what I mean.

That paragraph made me think about something that has come up a few times since the book was released. I was going to post another comment on that post, but quickly realized I had a bigger point than I could put in the space of a comment. (And as an aside, I actually find Dr. A’s flash fiction and poetry very entertaining. It’s still classified as horror, I understand, but my mind doesn’t wander off when it’s in smaller doses.) The point I was trying to make was that just because I don’t like to read something doesn’t mean it isn’t good.

That’s the conundrum of a reluctant reader.

Let me try to explain. I’m a picky eater. Always have been. I think of mushrooms as fungus, and generally I avoid them when I’m choosing from a menu. But as a vegetarian, I’ve found that a whole lot of people think that being a vegetarian must mean you really, really love portobellos because that’s the vegetarian choice in many restaurants. Apparantly, portobellos are considered very delicious. They’re just not delicious to me.

I’ve also always been a picky reader. I don’t like it, and I try hard to get as much variety in my reading diet as I can, but I’ve found there are some things I have trouble with. And it’s not always everything by a certain writer, and it’s not always a certain genre, and just because the vast majority of readers and critics agree it’s a classic doesn’t mean I won’t have trouble with it.

Just to give you an idea. Here are a few of the books that I’ve tried to read that I haven’t been able to finish (but am still trying):

A Farewell to Arms by Earnest Hemingway
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
Dracula by Bram Stoker
The Call of Cthulhu by H.P. Lovecraft (I understand it’s only a short story, but that doesn’t seem to be making it any easier for me.)

Here are a few books that I wanted to like but struggled violently to get through:

The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Un Lun Dun by China Mieville
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl (illustrated by Lane Smith)

Here are a few books that I pushed myself to finish but won’t be reading the rest of the series (which is terribly sad for me because I love collecting entire series of things):

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
The Spiderwick Chronicles: The Field Guide by Holly Black
Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney

And then here are a few books that I read and will likely read again:

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman (illustrated by Dave McKean)
Dead End in Norvelt by Jack Gantos (which I wrote about on my other blog here)
The Raw Shark Texts by Steven Hall
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak

See what I mean? There’s no rhyme or reason. Those top books are considered classics; the portobellos of the literary world. I wish I could explain how a reluctant reader thinks, but I don’t understand it myself. Some things stick and some things don’t. Some books keep my attention, and some books make my mind wander, and it really doesn’t have anything to do with the quality of the writing or illustrations.

  • I picked up Lemony Snicket, Spiderwick, James and the Giant Peach and The Graveyard Book because of the illustrations.
  • I kept with Raw Shark and Extremely Loud partly because of the graphics that were added throughout.
  • I had trouble with The Hobbit and Hitchhiker partly because of the odd names and words that I struggled to keep straight.
  • I kept with The Graveyard Book and Slaughterhouse-Five partly because of Gaiman’s and Vonnegut’s turn of a phrase.
  • But Vonnegut’s great phrase turning didn’t help when I forced myself to finish Titan.

There are a couple of things I would like people to know—and when I say “people” I mean readers who devour books. Those people I would so like to be like. I think something that I do understand that I would like other people to understand is that I don’t like that I can’t stay focused. I don’t like that I won’t be reading the second book in the Harry Potter series. I don’t like that I don’t like portobello mushrooms. Because if I could stay focused and read the rest of the series and eat the mushrooms, I would fit in so much easier socially. I could be part of the discussion. But I know what a struggle it is to make myself sit and read the same sentence over and over and over and still not hear what it’s saying. I decided a long time ago to stop putting myself through it.

I also want to point out that just because I’m not reading it doesn’t mean that I don’t think it’s good. I’m absolutely sure that it is. It’s just not flashing my neurons the way it’s supposed to, the way it does all those people who can devour a book in one sitting. I’ve never, in my entire life, been able to stay focused long enough to devour a book (longer than a picture book) in one sitting. And it really doesn’t have anything to do with the book. I still haven’t figured out why I like the things I do or not like the things I don’t. But if I ever do, it will make it a lot easier when I shop for books.

I know this probably hasn’t shed much light on the mind of a reluctant reader, and the only advice I have for the parents and teachers and librarians out there who are dealing with one (or many) is to not give up. Don’t stop trying. There’s a Graveyard Book out there for yours; you just have to find it. Dig it up. It took me 45 years to find mine.

Shirley Jones

When I grew up, I remember thinking my mother and Shirley Jones were equals. She (Shirley Jones, not my mother) grew up in a small town (Smithton, Pennsylvania) that was pretty close to where I grew up (although my mother grew up in a town that was even closer), which I thought was terribly exciting and made the two of them practically sisters.

I wasn’t quite six years old when The Partridge Family debuted, but I was instantly in love. I wanted to be in a band. My dad told me later that the reason I played drums in school was because on that very first episode a little girl drummer showed up Chris Partridge on the show. I don’t remember it happening that way, but I believe him that it did.

Anyway, the point of this was that I ran across this painting I did of Shirley Jones from way back, maybe ten years ago. For those of you who follow this blog and have seen my work, yes, it was in fact painted by me. Acrylic on bristol. Before I escaped to the dark side.

Redesigned covers

With three positive reviews from major reviewers to boast, I decided to redesign the Twisted covers to include exerpts. While I was at it, I made a few more changes of things that were bugging me. Here’s what I did:

  • I was afraid the image was printing a little on the cyan side, so I adjusted that
  • From the beginning I wanted the title on the front to be much bigger, so I messed with that a little, too (although I’m not quite happy with it yet)
  • I added a few spot colors of that aqua from the image in some of the text, which I like a lot better
  • I changed most of the fonts from VT Portable Remington to Goudy Old Style like the body copy in the book
  • I made some changes to the spine in the image and the font
  • I changed the Hairy Eyeballs Press logo so it will show up better

Here’s the hardcover before:

and here’s the hardcover after:

Hand Lettering in Gettysburg

I can’t help it. When I see lettering or graphic design that I like, I have to take a photo. I found some hand lettering at a place called The Pub & Restaurant right in the middle of Gettysburg on Lincoln Square. (If you take a look at their website, you’ll see these lettering examples aren’t carried through the rest of their design. As a matter of fact, the site is a bit annoying, to be honest.)

When I was taking the photo of the lettering in the bathroom, I tried to hurry before the lady came out of the stall there, but I didn’t make it. I had to explain that I was a type geek. She said that was fine. That might have been her way of backing away slowly.