I know it’s terrible, but I skipped Halloween this year. Totally skipped it. Didn’t even awknowledge it. But, I did have a good reason. Instead of Trick-or-treating, I sold over 75 books to retail stores and bookstores up the California coast. Which is so much more satisfying than eating tons of snickers while wearing the same purple wig I wore last year <again>.
Here’s how it happened: The bf and I got in the car Friday night and headed north up the coast, hitting Santa Barbara, Montecito, Santa Ynez, Santa Maria, Solvang and San Luis Obispo on the way.
We brought a box of 120 Katrina’s Christmas kids books and a surf board, and visited the most adorable gift shops, indy bookstores, Christmas specialty stores and bakeries, peddling my book old-world style the entire time, and spreading the Katrina’s Christmas love!
Check out pics of some of the awesome stores that are supporting Katrina’s Christmas.
Seeing is believing, folks.
And if you didn’t believe that Katrina’s Christmas was coming out this holiday season before, then you’re sure to believe it now!
Look at this! Picture proof!
Don’t they look fabulous?
Wait, let’s open the book and take a look!
Oooh… I love this scene. This is when Peter tells Katrina that Fulenissen [Father Christmas] didn’t forget about her! She does have a present waiting for her under the tree! *Hopefully I didn’t just give too much away!
So start getting ready for Christmas now, everyone!
And check out Santa’s official Countdown to Christmas Clock here!
This is how I feel right now! Check out what the critics are saying about Gingerbread Masks:
“Hannah and Ivan are easy to relate to, and I found myself
reminiscing about my own college escapades. College is a time for exploration and
finding yourself; and this book is a glimpse into the lives of a few students as they navigate
those tricky waters. I’d recommend it for any girl who recently graduated or who is still
The full book review will be published on Friday, October 1, at http://www.spillingbuckets.com/. So stay tuned!
(Squeal)! I am SO excited to share this with you all. My children’s book, Katrina’s Christmas (which will be available this holiday season) is hot off the press (as I write this).
Whenever I say the words: “Hot off the press” I can’t help but be transported back to the Krispy Kreme doughnut factory’s FRESH GLAZED doughnut conveyer belt; watching the piping hot, freshly-glazed doughnuts spin down the doughnut shoot and across the store window. Does anyone else have that memory? Please tell me it’s normal.
Anyway, the fact that my little book is experiencing a similar birth to those Krispy Kreme doughnuts–makes me feel like a wide-eyed little kid again.
It makes me want to reflect on the process. To relive the magic of making the book.
And this is a great way to share it with you.
Let’s travel back to June, when I first started working with my illustrator, Helen Luzgin. It was then that the first-ever sketch of my character, Katrina Gretchinga, was composed. This sketch brought her to life like only my own imagination ever could.
And soon, this image of Katrina evolved into the Katrina we all know and love today.
Then, we had to conceptualize the world she lived in. What would her house look like? (I like this because it reminds me of what Hanzel and Gretel’s house would look like).
And with a little more love and fleshing-out, Katrina’s house became a work in progress:
Until finally, one day, it got sent down the FRESH GLAZED conveyer belt and emerged as the magestic beauty it is today.
Hopefully, when kids read my book this Christmas, they’ll feel like I felt while watching those Krispy Kreme doughnuts snake their way down the factory conveyer belt–getting an inch closer to me with each passing second. I want them to feel excited. I want their lips to pucker. I want them to stand in line at the store and salivate at the thought of bringing the book home with them.
Because that’s what good books (and good doughnuts) do to me.
Any writer will tell you that on any given day, writing is different. Writing feels different. It comes out different. It reads different, sounds different, even acts different.
Writing morphs into whatever you are that day. So writing is never boring. Writing is like life itself–constantly changing and growing and evolving–just as you do from day to day; year to year.
When you wake up in the morning, your writing wakes up. And if you press the snooze button, your writing takes a snooze.
Writing is like a pet that you have to tend after. A horse that you need to lead to water, to see if it will drink.
Writing is like a mirror that you have to look into every day, because if you don’t, you might go out into the world with your shirt on backward or your hair undone.
This is the life of a writer.
Never mundane, never old, never lacking in any way.
As long as you can learn to embrace it, in its constant unpredictability.