Free Books from Shauna Scheets

Free Books from Shauna Scheets

 

Just wanted to pass the word along that my good pal Shauna Scheets is offering the current Caillte Saíocht books (The Tower of Boran and its prequel, Ascha) and her short story “Mirrored Worlds” for free on Kindle today through Monday (6-16-14).

If you haven’t checked them out, yet, here’s the perfect chance!

 

Bene scribete.

Artist-Signed Covers?

Signing things

 

A Facebook post I came across yesterday prompted an interesting discussion that I thought I’d entertain here.  An author had posted a photograph of a proof copy of his novel, and I happened to notice that the cover artist’s signature was on the cover itself.  I pointed out that such a thing is a bit tacky from a professional standpoint, and recommended asking the artist to provide a clean copy.  Other commenters, however, cast their voice in favor of the practice, asserting that the artist deserves credit.  Some went so far as to claim that it was normal (I assure you, it isn’t.  (>^-‘)> ).

Cover artists most certainly deserve recognition for their awesome work, and the appropriate place to ascribe credit is the colophon (i.e., copyright page), particularly when most artists’ imprints aren’t exactly the clearest way to read their name.  The artist has every right to sign display and standalone copies of the artwork in question, but the actual cover is production material, which is no place for embedded autographs.  Can you imagine, for instance, watching an animated film in which the contributing artists had overtly signed each cell they worked on in-frame?

It strikes me as an insecure and amateur move that needlessly diverts attention to the artist’s self, rather than letting the work stand as a representation of the story and author for which it was commissioned.  As an editor, I don’t require credit at all, let alone to sign the footers of every page I touch and point out which sentences are mine in the finished book.  As a composer, I don’t whisper my name at the end of tracks I provide for a film.  Even as an author, I don’t stamp my name within the narrative itself.  Again, as artists we are definitely entitled to credit for the work we do, but credit should go where credit goes, and art – particularly production art created for someone else – should be allowed to shine unblemished by our desire for recognition.

(As an aside, I should note that I’m excluding such instances where the artist seamlessly weaves his or her imprint into the image itself, at which point, as attention-seeking as it may still have the potential to be, it should be judged for its own artistic merit rather than at this external level.)

But this is just my take.  If you’re an author, how would you feel if your publisher or cover designer handed you a proof with the artist’s name on the cover alongside your own?  If you’re an artist, do you feel there’s a case to be made for autographing the work you provide for another’s project?

 

Bene scribete.

Counterpart

My youngest brother (who’s barely a teenager and already in college) wrote and directed a short film for the RØDE Reel competition, which invited participants to make a sub-five-minute feature utilizing their on-camera microphone.

The film stars actor Austin McCarthy, American Idol-ist Jesaiah Baer, and late-night-talk host Motown Maurice.

Give the finished project a look below:

 

 

Bene scribete.

A Hole in the Ceiling

Upside-Down Table

 

I’ve been looking at a lot of houses these past couple months.

On Thursday, while wandering through a pretty decent tri-level, I saw something unexpected in the dining room – a hole in the ceiling above the table.  And I don’t mean some nasty, haphazard, accidental hole.  This hole was large, perfectly rectangular, and even framed, complete with a couple bars of trim segmenting it like a window to the second story.

Why would there be a hole in the dining room ceiling?  Why would there be a hole in the floor upstairs?  What could be directly above this room that would possibly make that a desired feature?  I stepped closer to get a better look at what was in the room above.

Now, I’m going to be honest with you.  When I peered up through that hole, for one brief moment, sure as sure things, the following thought legitimately took residence my mind (a very tiny fraction of a second, mind you, but long enough to actively acknowledge myself actually, for realsies, having it):

Oh, what the f***, why is there an upside-down table hanging from the ceiling upstairs!?

 

But, you know, I was looking at a mirror.

 

Bene scribete.

Short Film Score Demo

I haven’t posted anything music-related in a little while, so I figured I’d share a little something I’ve been working on.

I was asked to do the music for a short film of my brother’s, and this was the demo chosen out of the handful I put together for it.  I was going for kind of an ’80s noir vibe with it.

Hope you enjoy!

 

 

Bene scribete.

CURIOSITIES OF ONTARIO

Once upon a time, there was a city called Ontario that I went through the day before yesterday on the way to ghoul town.

In this place that exists, there are restaurants where happy goblins eat people, I guess, but like to be neat about it.

WingersSign

 

And there are things that no longer have heads, but people like to pretend.

HeadlessFace

 

And, hey,  who wouldn’t want a bunny in a bonnet?

BonnetBunny

 

But greatest of all, there is the most ridiculous thing I’ve seen all year.

WhiteHouseSword

 

Look at it, and you’ll know.

 

Happy Easter, everyone – from the road.

 

 

Bene scribete.