Hi, guys. Sorry I didn’t put up a new post this morning.
Pffft. Like that’s causing you Big Distress.
But that’s enough about you. For the last week or so I’ve been ridiculously busy writing a book proposal for this megamonstrously huge book I’m now doing via my literary agent and major book publishers and all that: this book (which I’m co-authoring) fits in with that world much more than it does my usual Rebel Without a Bank Account world of do-it-yourself publishing. I’ll of course tell you more about the project when I can. For now though it’s all quite dramatically hush-hush.
What during breaks in writing I’ve lately taken to doing is making for myself those little poster-things everybody shares on Facebook. The gang over at Unfundamentalist Christians have for a while now been making those to great effect, and I chime in over there sometimes with my own ideas for them. But I’ve never actually made the things myself, cuz I’m no graphic artist.
But what the heck. It’s nice sometimes to work visually rather than writerally. So I figured out the bare rudiments of Facebook Poster Making, and in the last day or two made the ones below, each of which I will now introduce with some riveting, behind-the-scenes commentary.
The one right below, which I put up yesterday, has done well on FB; it’s been shared over 2,000 times. I think a narrower font would have worked better, and I wish I’d known then how to put my name in black-and-white. But this was something I had reason to want to say, and felt this a strong way to say it. So I did.
The one below I put up this this afternoon. An earlier version had additional text on it: its final paragraph read, “If you do that, shame on you. You are grieving the God you say you love.” But a friend wrote to say she thought that final graph too harsh, and I agreed with her. So I deleted the original poster, and put up this one instead. Gwen Ashby of Believe Out Loud was right: this one’s better. It’s been shared some 700 times in the past few hours.
I liked this next one. But I was amazed at how many people commented on it by way of correcting my King James-style English. Thirty people must have let me know the proper word is spake, not spoketh. But I was trying to be funny with spoketh: it was a joke, with the yukkles and the laughing. Who would actually use “spoketh”? It’s depressing people thought I would. Then again, it was pretty impressive how many people are up on their proper KJ-grammar. So. Cool. Also slightly scary. But cool.
This morning I built and put up the one below. I was pretty proud of it, until graphics guru (and shockingly good writer) Dan Wilkinson (who built my blogsite here) wrote me to say, “What’s the string coming out of the guy’s crotch?” So then I couldn’t see anything but that crotch-to-mouth string, until finally sanity begged me to delete the thing altogether. Curse you Dan Wilkinson!! for … having eyes!
Below is one of the first ones I did, last week sometime. But it’s just too . . . well, pretentious, basically, to quote yourself. (Although it’s also not fun when someone else puts their name on a big ol’ quote of yourn.) Which is why on the posters above I just put my name, dinky-style, on the bottom. But I like the way this one looks (and am hardly ashamed of the words or anything).
Below is the first one I did—and it shows (check out that utterly un-Dan Wilkinson-like misalignment of “EXPERIENCE”). But I like this saying. I made it up—though it seems like such an obvious thought that I’m sure it’s not original to me—which is why I didn’t put my name on it. But to me it was original, and I thought it’d be fun to do this with it.
So. That’s what I’ve been doing during writing breaks.
I’ve finished the proposal, sent it to my agent, and we’ll see what happens next. Now I have to clean my office, because when we get the green light on this book I think it would be helpful if I could start right off by actually being able to find my desk.
Love to you guys! Hope all is well with you.