More Alternate Covers, Handkerchief Hair, and Other Conundrums

More covers in the Parasol Protectorate NYCC series and day 4.

And another interview has dropped. Here is a sample
Which figures from history can you imagine as supernaturals?
I can't answer that specifically, because there would be spoilers. I can say that I have divided history into dominance of one species over the others. Ancient Rome belongs to the vampires, Ancient Greece to the humans, and Ancient Egypt to the werewolves for example. Obviously key players in (and therefore enemies of) these empires are going to have significant supernatural agendas. Read more . . .

On to more fashion related topics, Gentle Reader. You can always tell when I am near the end of a project because I get less and less interested in anything PP related and more and more interested in being sidetracked by clothing. So, I've gotten really into this hair updo where you curl your bangs and then whip in a handkerchief. I haven't tried it yet with my hair (which is pretty short) but expect to see it soon at a Gail appearance near you. I like that it looks really easy to do. Although, I suspect it of being more of a summer do.

I got this awesome new vintage dress. It's a lightweight stretch duck cloth kind of material and has this really bold green on green pattern. Almost Hawaiian shirt-ish. Which was part of the reason I got it, there seems this oddball fascination with Hawaiian Shirts in the SF/F world (I blame David Hartwell) so I figured I would need something similar at some point. Anyway, I digress. Here is the dress . . .

The question is, matching accessories? Right now I am thinking cream, but finding a good hat to go with the casualness of the dress has been difficult. The greens are hard to match. I'm thinking I could do a little straw number and decorate the hat myself, but that would be an outdoor look and no good for indoor events with you, my lovely fans. (Ooo, picnic signing!) Which brings me round to the handkerchief hairstyle. I think the two might suit.

I other news I have some dear friends visiting me from England next week so I am not certain how much I will be online. They require entertaining California-style, and I take hostess duties very seriously. There may be wine tasting, visits to island prisons, drives down HWY 1, and many museums in my future. I do love showing off this part of the world.

Gail's Daily Dose
Your Tisane of Smart:
On the proper use of Broad-Sword and Single-Stick by Headley and Phillipps-Wolley includes the umbrella!
Your Writerly Tinctures:

Leeswammes says, "In all, I loved reading this story. The writing style was very funny and uplifting. Even the gory parts and the romantic parts were described in a way that hinted at a lot but didn’t spell it out."
SPOILER ALERT! Mobius Dreams series review. "What these are are just plain fun. They're tongue-in-cheek, witty, full of a hodge-podge of eccentric characters, and enough political machinations to shake a parasol at. Plus, fantastic world-building (I'm a world-building junkie) of the supernatural/human culture. Each successive book is better than the last, and I'm eagerly awaiting the publication of the fourth book next July."
Even bigger SPOILER ALERT! Really, DON'T READ THE BLURB ON AMAZON if you haven't read the other books first. Ruth says, "I’d recommend the series as a whole to people who like urban fantasy/Victorian fiction/steampunk fiction. And for those who read and enjoyed the first two, don’t dread jumping into this one. In the hands of someone more clumsy it would’ve been excruciating, but it was handled so deftly that I didn’t dread picking it up and finished it in two workdays, even sitting up later than usual because I found the conclusion so exciting."

Heartless: Draft 6 in to my editor early. How often does that happen?
Timeless: Just an outline, making sure I pick up cookies and threads.
Secret Project F: Axed down and back with the agent.

Quote of the Day:
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

~ a little pause for Tennyson

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