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Book Cover Concept for memoir by Tim Lineaweaver

It takes many strokes to complete a polished manuscript and move to publication.

 

We are editing the first draft of writer Tim Lineaweaver’s memoir and focusing on structure and pacing of his 70,000 word book.

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One of the things we do is design mock covers to experiment with mood and imagination. Where would the finished book sit in a bookstore?

Excerpt:

Chapter Six

Getting Lost in Paradise

 

Peering into my parents' bedroom one afternoon, I saw Tommy sitting on the bed’s edge with his salt-and-pepper head in hands, a cigarette protruding out of his fingers, a trail of smoke drifting into the slants of sunlight leaking through the drawn blinds. On his right arm, I saw the blue snake tattoo on his bicep with its forked tongue flicking out. There was a half-gone, half-gallon jug of whiskey by his bare feet. He took no notice of me though I stood and stared for a long time. 

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ALPHABRICKS

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J. Cade Keith's classic alphabet book is inspired by his grandfather's love of the limerick!

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Each letter expresses a unique and funny rhyme that appeals to both children and adults.

Excerpt:

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A Camel

 

A Camel was down in the dumps.

He was born with not two but THREE humps!

A Cowboy, named Cal,

Made the Camel his pal,

And together their rumps jump the bumps!

Book Cover for children's Alphabet Book
Book Cover The Eye of Jason WIlliams by J. Cade Keith

Coming Soon!

 

In Book Design, The Eye of Jason Williams.

Introduction by gallerist Linda Fairchild with Profile and Interview by author J. Cade Keith.

 

Spring/Summer 2023. 

Excerpt:

Eye of Jason Williams

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When Jason is not getting paid to mothball obsolete power plants for utilities that are moving swiftly into Clean Energy, he tramps around the Moki Dugway photographing the discarded remnants of Time. He roams America’s antiquated power plants snapping pictures of deserted twentieth century industrial spaces left behind in the detritus of the past. He shoots the plaintive traces of human enterprise, the damage done, as he might say.

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BOOK MARKETING

 

Published in Spring 2020 by Spark Press, Thom's marketing of his book was interrupted by COVID. He retained us in 2022 to promote and market BEHIND THE RED VEIL.

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We previewed him at a private Art & Literature event in Marin California and are planning more events for Spring 2023.

Excerpt:

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Chapter 1

Away from the Tour Bus 

 

“Privet, Frank, pajaulista, prohoditye,” she said, beckoning me to come in.

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I was in my first Soviet flat! She led me through its small, dark hallway past an unlit bathroom with a rusted cold-water tap but no bathtub or shower, and past a somewhat disheveled galley kitchen with dishes and pans piled high on a counter next to a tiny white sink, a large combination window at the back with peeled paint on the frame, and towels hanging on the open window! We entered a cozy living room-bedroom with a brown

Book Cover Behind the Red Veil by Frank Thoms

oriental-patterned rug wall hanging, a dark mahogany wardrobe in the far corner, a red sofa bed, a curtained window to the north, and a card table with lunch set for four. The air was somewhat musty, the window closed, but the food looked well prepared.

Tim Lineaweaver

It takes many strokes to complete a polished manuscript and move to publication.

 

We are editing the first draft of writer Tim Lineaweaver’s memoir and focusing on structure and pacing of his 70,000 word book.

​

One of the things we do is design mock covers to experiment with mood and imagination. Where would the finished book sit in a bookstore?

Excerpt:

Chapter Six

Getting Lost in Paradise

 

Peering into my parents' bedroom one afternoon, I saw Tommy sitting on the bed’s edge with his salt-and-pepper head in hands, a cigarette protruding out of his fingers, a trail of smoke drifting into the slants of sunlight leaking through the drawn blinds. On his right arm, I saw the blue snake tattoo on his bicep with its forked tongue flicking out. There was a half-gone, half-gallon jug of whiskey by his bare feet. He took no notice of me though I stood and stared for a long time. 

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