paperback cover & other miscellany

Okay, I’ve seen this elsewhere on the internet so I think it’s probably safe to share here.

This is the US paperback cover of The Night Circus.

Trust me when I tell you it’ll be even prettier in person. (On sale July 3rd!)

 

And now some things in no particular order and in unnumbered list form:

  • Have I mentioned that I’ll be at Book Expo America again this year? Because I will be at Book Expo America again this year. It’ll be all full-circle and surreal and I’ll likely look less like a deer in headlights this time. I hope.
  • I have blog posts that are not post-shaped yet but I will be posting them in the next while. They involve things like books (not by me) and a follow up to the time and the not having of it post and likely photoblog travelogues but more on that later.
  • Speaking of time, I’m doing that thing where I have so many little things to do that they end up piling up to that big thing time consuming size and thus I am again behind on things like emails and laundry and laundry ends up taking priority because it’s still chilly out so I’d like to be able to wear clothes.
  • I don’t actually have a fourth thing to add, I just thought this list would look better with four items rather than just three.

 

flax-golden tales: visualization tools for dreamtime adventures

visualization tools for dreamtime adventures

I’m not that good at visualizing.

I practiced constantly but I only managed to master everyday objects. Apples, pens, coffee cups. Not particularly inspiring dream fodder.

No matter how I tried I couldn’t capture anything fantastical that didn’t feel fragile and thin and fleeting. But I knew I must be doing something right, what with the crispness of the dream-apples and the perfect level of sweetness in my dream coffee.

So I found more adventurous objects to fill my everydays, though it required creative shopping.

I found the ship in an antique shop.

I studied the masts and the rigging and the curve of the bow, slowly learning every detail.

Now I can sail the seas in my dreams.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

psa part two (with bonus elephant)

Okay, my web guru did some magic things and it appears everything is back in working order complete with classic theme, hurrah! At some point I’ll likely end up redoing the whole site anyway, but for now it works.

Email is also working (though I’m still way behind on replies) and I may have lost some comments in all the construction, my apologies for that.

I appreciate your patience and in thanks I share a picture of my new elephant:

psa

 

So in the process of moving the site to a new server something got… grumpy with my wordpress theme and it seems the theme support has vanished from the internet and I have managed to make it functional if less pretty for the moment.

I’ll be spending the evening trying to either make it less grumpy or find a new theme (suggestions welcome – something minimal & customizable) and also eating ice cream.

 

Also! This means my site-based email is down, rah.

flax-golden tales: the short yet joyful lives of soap bubbles

the short yet joyful lives of soap bubbles

The first to arrive is confused but only for a moment before a companion appears.

Look! the first bubble says to the second, and as more bubbles join them the word is repeated and echoed by bubble after bubble. Look, look!

They tumble upward and dance on breezes, giddily spinning as they stare at the strange new world they have been blown into.

Look! they say to their fellow bubbles, sometimes so enthusiastically that they bump into each other and cling and spin together.

They peer in windows and exclaim at the contents.

They ask questions about how and why but the answers seem unimportant.

People smile at them and they smile in return, giddy for having made people smile by simply existing.

When some bubbles begin to pop, the others gasp and sigh and rush to share their thoughts and observations with their remaining friends.

And when only a solitary bubble is left with no one else to talk to it looks around and around at the sky and the ground and everything in between in blissful silence until it too explodes with joy.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.