Voila! The lovely cover for my new book has arrived. The book itself arrives in stores February 2014. Pre-order now. (The image isn’t on Amazon yet. This is THAT hot of the presses.)
There is always that moment.
The moment where you see that thing that was floating between the ethereal realm, your noggin and your heart. Then it melds to become a physical thing you see with your eyes.
Sighs with satisfaction abound.
Part of me wonders how it happened, despite knowing exactly how it happened. I was there the whole time, dreaming, walking and writing it into being. And yet, when that email came in with the subject line: Paris Letters: Cover review, I held my breath, opened the message and sighed with relief and joy.
Dreams are so pretty!
The back cover is just as lovely. (If the text is too small to read, scroll down.)
(This is the Advance Copy to send to fancy pants people before you, dear reader, get a copy, hence the grey band at the bottom. That will be replaced with wonderful quotes from wonderful people… and a bar code.)
The back cover reads:
Finding love and freedom in a pen, a paintbrush… and Paris
How much money does it take to quit your job?
Exhausted and on the verge of burnout, Janice poses this question to herself as she doodles on a notepad at her desk. Surprisingly, the answer isn’t as daunting as she expected. With a little math and a lot of determination, Janice cuts back, saves up, and buys herself two years of freedom in Europe.
A few days into her stop in Paris, Janice meets Christophe and embarks on a whirlwind Paris romance—and soon realizes that she can’t ever return to the world of twelve-hour workdays and greasy corporate lingo she left behind. But her dwindling savings force her to find a way to fund her dreams again. So Janice turns to her three loves—words, art, and Christophe—to figure out a way to make her happily-ever-after in Paris last forever.
Yep, pretty much how it happened. Of course, if you’ve subscribed to my Paris Letter series, you have more of an idea what this book is about. If you haven’t, here’s your chance. Subscribe now so you can say later “I knew her when…”
The irony is, I barely knew me when… hence the book about self-discovery.