|10/19/2016||Posted by Jane under bits and pieces|
You know how when you’re working on projects that are all related, but take a while to swirl together and become manifest?
You know when there’s something in your heart that needs to show up, and you just have to wait for the right time and place?
This is one of those precious times … when something I’ve been working on, or maybe towards, for some time, is becoming real.
My mother and I are publishing a book. Hoots, Howls, and Belly Growls, Poetry for Little People and the Young at Heart, will be released later this month.
Snuggled between its covers you’ll find decades of my mother’s poetry, and some of my most-loved torn-paper collages. More than 70 pages of our words and vividly-colored illustrations, woven together.
I love the book … and I’ve loved every moment spent working with mom to create it. Time cherished ~
I’ve just finished creating the links for ordering the book. I’ve included provisions for shipping up to 5 copies to the same US address for just $3.95. We are happy to personalize your copies for gifts, so please make a short list of your friends and loved ones of every age, who will enjoy our little treasure.
I am especially grateful for you. For those who have read and supported Teenytinypieces for more than seven years.
Thank you for helping me, over these years, to find my voice, in so many ways.
The book is at the printers now, but I am releasing the link today, so that you can pre-order. Your books will ship as soon as they roll off of the press. The link will take you to my art website, where you can order via charge card, paypal, or check.
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