...And in this case that means a cover!
. So I've designed two! Been up most of the night doing it too; went
to bed at nearly 4 AM and was up and about at twenty minutes to eight. I hope to get a nap during the day, but
probably won't get it! Not that I'm
saying it is necessarily that good; but I do try! The differences are kind of subtle (other
than the text colour, which is glaringly different - and the bars of course;
but you gotta have bars for goodness sake!).
Now I wonder which bit Amazon et al will reject this time?
The stained-glass
used at the rear and also as shadowing towards the front and right hand side I
photographed in a church on the Isle of Wight (I won't say which, because folk
can get ,uppity’ about such things). The
cane I created using the software package, 'The Gimp' and the bars are
something I created long ago for the very first book. I always find this stage exciting - and
the title is so current right now. The
UK media seems to have been full of stuff and commentary about the infamous
Magdalen laundries these last few months, largely (and quite rightly, in the
real world) from a standpoint of outrage (which may leave me open to attack –
but one has to be brave; how was I to know when I started writing the thing
that there’d be all this renewed interest?) but there have been one or two
items almost bordering on the voyeuristic.
Why, even as
recent as last night the UK’S Channel Five TV station was showing a drama
entitled ‘Jack Taylor: The Magdalen Martyrs’ (see pic, bottom of page) in which the eponymous private investigator
“is hired by the daughter of a former inmate of the infamous Magdalen Laundries
to find the identity of a former nun [who had been] notorious for taking
pleasure in torturing the girls”. I
hadn’t known it was going to be on, I hadn’t heard of it (nor the presumed Jack
Taylor series – I don’t know) and the other half was hovering about – and she
knows what I write about, so I felt inhibited from watching it for fear of the
inevitable uncomfortable sneering and sniping comments.
I did however
initially blunder across the aforementioned programme while channel-hopping
when the significant other happened to be out of the room and so snatched a few
all-too-fleeting moments before briskly toggling back to ‘Time Team’ or
whatever it was I had been watching (You see?
Like being hit around the cranium with a baseball bat! All else has been erased from my memory!). I have no idea about the rest of the
goings-on and happenings, but the scene I blundered into made me go all ‘gooey’
inside (bloody hell, that sounds sooo camp!
Note to self: And so does saying
‘sooo’ like that!). There was something
terribly familiar about that scene; as if I wrote it myself (and I’m sure I
have done something similar – and if not, why not? I’ll have to check – it’s worrying!). And I know there’ll be many who will simply
shrug and just not get what all the fuss is about – after all, nothing much was
happening in those few seconds, action-wise.
It was just a few moments of dialog between a stern-looking and clearly
very domineering young nun and a pouting, pretty late-teen girl, while another
bedraggled-looking specimen looked on.
But what a piece of dialog – never mind a picture painting a thousand
words, this was a few words sketching myriad (that’s 10,000 by the reckoning of
the ancients by the way) images!
Basically – from memory, and with shaking hand – the nun was saying
something along the lines of:
“..I suppose
you’ll soon be free of this place. I
suppose you’re thinking about meeting someone, getting married, raising a
family, being free to do as you chose and that you’ll wipe all this from your
memory, forget all about it…” The nun
pauses, tapping the girl on the forehead as she continues: “…but you see, you’ve let me get in there,
let me get inside your head…”
I don’t know about
you but I was just thinking “OMG!”
There’s just so much more ‘mileage’ to be had, and read into, such
psychological aspects and insights than can be got from out-and-out corporal
punishment-style brutality. And that one
simple scene speaks volumes about just how sadistic the woman really is; far
more so than if she had been depicted at that moment dealing out a
blood-curdling thrashing with the birch or the cane or what have you. But I still can’t shake that unsettling sense
of Déjà vu, as if I bloody wrote the thing!
A quick
update: I have not only been F-ing
around with book covers and Photoshop; I have also done a lot of work on the
website, featuring both my own work and that of my artistic collaborator and fellow
writer, Angela Fox. I have done a little
work on Flikr (as an alto ego – coz I can’t be bothered to set up a new
account) and added quite a lot to my Deviant Art account, featuring yet more
artwork by Angela Fox, some adapted and manipulated by yours truly, originally
destined for a mooted illustrated version of INSTITUTIONALISED 3, and some
stuff of my own (largely book covers – though I have also added some notes to
some of the Angela Fox images.. There is some great stuff on Deviant Art by
various folk, far more talented in the art department than I, so why not pay it
a visit? I believe Angela Fox herself
has now got an account set up on Deviant Art though I’m not sure she has
uploaded anything yet, but why not Google her to check anyway? I'll be installing a link to her Angela Fox's own website in the right hand sidebar in due course, so keep 'em peeled! (eyes)