I've been trying to avoid the news and commentary on what's going on is Washington, but not too successfully. At least I didn't watch that travesty of an inauguration. But I'm still pained by the events. Trump is already kicking the working class -- he signed an order reversing a discount on insurance for FHA Mortgages that will cost homebuyers $500 a year and set in motion the reversal of the ACA, through which I get my health insurance at a rate I can afford. I should have joined the march, today, since there was a small one in Buffalo, but I childishly talked myself out of it because my knee was hurting.
What a wimp. If there's another one, I'll wrap the damned knee and make myself go. Maybe even buy a friggin' cane.
Instead, I've focused as much as I could on working up a new cover for The Lyons' Den...and got nowhere. I zeroed in on a look I wanted that was kind of art deco and how to do it...but the test images I did looked amateurish. So I contacted a photographer who's done work for me in the past, to see if he's open to staging it with a model instead of me trying to draw it. I hope to hear back from him in a couple days.
Then I did some brainstorming with a friend of mine in LA and got a few very good ideas. Like a new tag -- Daniel thought he had the only key -- he was wrong. Then on the back a new logline -- A mystery writer gets trapped in a bribery scandal that leads to murder and love...all within two hours on a Friday night.
And this would be the synopsis on the back cover.
In this dark farce, Daniel desperately wants to get back together with his too-too perfect ex, Tad, so he reluctantly agrees to rewrite eight horrible scripts in time for Tad to pitch them as a new series for cable. If the network goes for it, he'll get a week in Bermuda to rebuild their relationship. If they don't, he'll lose the guy forever.
Only Tad wants to keep the rewrites super-hush-hush, so insists Daniel use his family's empty, isolated cabin in upstate New York to work. But as Daniel is being driven to it, a massive snowstorm blows in ... and despite being snowbound, that isolated cabin winds up the center of mystery, suspense, sex, betrayal, revenge, murder, fist-fights, shredded clothes, naked hostage-taking, a toga, frostbite, gunfire, predatory females, sneaky spying, an obnoxious caretaker, a hermit who hates everything except chipmunks, a hot shower with people who don't exist, a blazing fireplace, a bizarre shower curtain, off-key TV music, secrets heard in shadows, crooked politicians, romance with the proper stranger, truth-telling in the extreme, and enough paranoid-schizophrenia to fill a mental institution.
Using keys as the link.
I'm reminded of Notorious, that has a poster using a key with an image of Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman within its lines. My favorite Hitchcock film, bar none.
I may see about doing something with this.
What a wimp. If there's another one, I'll wrap the damned knee and make myself go. Maybe even buy a friggin' cane.
Instead, I've focused as much as I could on working up a new cover for The Lyons' Den...and got nowhere. I zeroed in on a look I wanted that was kind of art deco and how to do it...but the test images I did looked amateurish. So I contacted a photographer who's done work for me in the past, to see if he's open to staging it with a model instead of me trying to draw it. I hope to hear back from him in a couple days.
Then I did some brainstorming with a friend of mine in LA and got a few very good ideas. Like a new tag -- Daniel thought he had the only key -- he was wrong. Then on the back a new logline -- A mystery writer gets trapped in a bribery scandal that leads to murder and love...all within two hours on a Friday night.
And this would be the synopsis on the back cover.
In this dark farce, Daniel desperately wants to get back together with his too-too perfect ex, Tad, so he reluctantly agrees to rewrite eight horrible scripts in time for Tad to pitch them as a new series for cable. If the network goes for it, he'll get a week in Bermuda to rebuild their relationship. If they don't, he'll lose the guy forever.
Only Tad wants to keep the rewrites super-hush-hush, so insists Daniel use his family's empty, isolated cabin in upstate New York to work. But as Daniel is being driven to it, a massive snowstorm blows in ... and despite being snowbound, that isolated cabin winds up the center of mystery, suspense, sex, betrayal, revenge, murder, fist-fights, shredded clothes, naked hostage-taking, a toga, frostbite, gunfire, predatory females, sneaky spying, an obnoxious caretaker, a hermit who hates everything except chipmunks, a hot shower with people who don't exist, a blazing fireplace, a bizarre shower curtain, off-key TV music, secrets heard in shadows, crooked politicians, romance with the proper stranger, truth-telling in the extreme, and enough paranoid-schizophrenia to fill a mental institution.
I'm reminded of Notorious, that has a poster using a key with an image of Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman within its lines. My favorite Hitchcock film, bar none.
I may see about doing something with this.
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