We have now had an entire month of uninterrupted newsletters, which I find entirely terrifying, because another April has elapsed and sometimes I feel like I haven't actually moved anywhere or said anything during this time. But then I remember that I have walked for miles, written until my bones ached, spilt ink and slept badly. Again and again and again. Every single damn day whips past me like the cyclists that pretend pedestrians don't really exist, and each evening I panic, thinking that I'll forget something important, some essential clue.
Let's begin.
THINGS THAT HAPPENED ON THE BLOG THIS WEEK:
Not much, but more than nothing. I shared a piece of a blossom tree I've been finishing up, and one of those words with a meaning that sticks right in your lungs as they reach and plead for mountain air and the unknown.
If you have only just joined the newsletter party, you might not know that I've arranged all the Lost in Translation prints alphabetically, and I was surprised I had the patience within me to do this, so go see. It was a proud moment.
Sorry if you knew that already, I don't have anything else particularly interesting to tell you, but I am listening to this, which is great. (Also sorry if you don't have Spotify because that link likely didn't work.)
BOOK-RELATED NEWS:
I sent the German contracts off across the ocean to my literary agency, where they then do something important. (Actually nothing will happen for thousands of years because the UK tax services have to stamp things and they do this really slowly).
The Spanish translation is breaking my right arm (similarly to how the French one broke it), because I have to hand-letter all the text for the illustrations and this happens on a very small scale with me making a grimace face sitting at my desk like an arthritic gargoyle.
THINGS NOBODY HAS SEEN EVER:
1. This final illustration from my next book (without text because that would be too much guys).
2. What happens when I think the inks need more exercise than usual.
3. These were the four options we looked at for second book endpapers (they would get turned into a pattern from this point), and you have a one-in-four chance of guessing correctly.
The end.
So there weren't any goats as it turns out, but let me know if you're a little disappointed because I have a bunch of baby goat photos from living in Morocco (a sort-of joke from last week, sorry).
Also thank you for being here. You can always wallop the 'reply' button and say hello, because although I'm a horribly reclusive illustrator-y person (see gargoyle reference in the 'book related news' section) I can also respond to emails in friendly tones.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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