The cover art, on the other hand, was fairly trouble free. I'd love to be able to tell you that I remembered to do progress shots, but I so didn't! I have the drawings, then the finished pieces. Sorry about that!
Here is the final result, all put together.
The first book of the sequel is this one; Chicken soup for Satan. Just in case you haven't read it yet.
It's a fun read and just a little bit scary. Satan is a bit of an awkward guy who tries to come across as tough to keep him out of trouble. He has a lovely rescue dog, Ghost. The two of them move into a share house in the hills above Perth, Western Australia, and that's where the spooky fun starts and Satan starts to come out of his shell a bit too.
The second book begins with Satan still living at Avalon, but Satan Smith and his beautiful German shepherd, Ghost, are both reeling under the changes that have happened at their beloved home, Avalon.
Just when they’ve started to think they’ll be happy forever, the woman he loves has gone and fallen for another man, a bloke that both Satan and Ghost think is the pits.
There’s also Satan’s new house-mate, who owns a spoiled Siamese cat… and a haunted painting. Not entirely unusual in your average share-house, but still, it’s unsettling.
Then there’s the spook who’s haunting his good friends next door and has a penchant for a little more mischief than some gentle chain-clinking and moaning.
Once more, Satan and his loyal sidekick, Ghost, have to rise to the occasion. Can what he has learned from his addled demon fighter Da help him succeed against these new paranormal threats? Will he ever come out of the closet as a folk music player? Will he be able to keep his fists off the new boyfriend? Only time will tell!
The second book is still fast and fun, narrated with the wry humour that is all Satan's own. I'm told by my first readers that it is even better than the first and they had a lot of trouble putting it down. Escapism at its best, with a cat, dogs and horses to make it even better!
In other news, the chookie babies are still growing. It charms me that they choose to come and settle for naps right at our feet out in the garden.
|Pretty, sweet Guinevere|
|Adventuress Morgana and Bad Sir Grummore|
Google offered me this arty version of one of my pics of Guinevere. I like how the pattern of lacing shows up in black and white. Not sure about the black eyes though. A possessed chicken? An idea, perhaps, for my next Satan book? Eek!
We've been working very hard the last few days with the amazing Thor the Inexhaustible to clear up the chook pen area so I can get the fence back up before the foxes notice. That Bushy Yate tree made a heck of a lot of firewood.
I'm trying not to feel too bad about cutting it down. It was probably 25, planted by my mum, and about to drop its multiple trunks in all directions, as it had already proved.
With the last branch we managed to get the gate, which had been unscathed up to that point. Yay for us! Luckily we only broke the lintel.
It took a lot of work just to clear all the debris and 'bommyknocker' seed heads from the chook pen and surrounds when we were finished, but we're nearly there now.
It was harder because the mower's trailer succumbed to its earlier unplanned modification by the Bushy Yate, so we had to wheelbarrow it all down to the bonfire pile, which is now ginormous!
Today Thor and I got one row of heavy chook wire back up so at least the old girls will be kept in in the mornings, though the babies will probably fly out. We'll be going higher as soon as we've got the materials. After that I'm going to start on a chook shed to replace the damaged chook-dome. It never ends!
Ah well, rest when you're dead, right? Have a fun week! Don't forget to buy my books and read them. Here's the new one: Satan Smith: Crap Demon Hunter. As my sister, Jen, said, "Wow he really is a crap demon hunter!" Luckily, though, he knows it!