Thursday, February 19, 2015
Well, it's official! I'm once again chained to my desk, a slave to a novel, this one titled My Best Friend's Brother. Wanna guess what it's about?
I've revised, edited, revised, and am now editing it again. I don't feel completely nuts yet, which is quite odd, because my word processor is crashing every 3-5 minutes; I'm literally to the point where I'm saving work every 15 seconds. I would wish this on my worst enemy, but not on anybody else.
In the meantime, my debut novel—Life with Jesse Daniels—is now on Amazon Kindle! Check it out here!
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Exciting news!!! I am getting ready to publish my second novel this coming fall, which is fantastic, considering my first novel took a little over 8 years to prep.
Yeah, that's a while. And an understatement.
Since I like managing my inventory, initially, I sold Life with Jesse Daniels exclusively through my website—autographed—and it was great. Super great.
I do find that, no matter what I am selling—be it bookmarks, baby signs, books, my soul...—no one leaves a review. Okay, close to no one. Of the hundreds upon hundreds of sales I've made through my online stores last year, maybe one percent of people left a review. If that. Sometimes they would message me and rave about the product, and still not leave a review. Dude, really?
Okay, fine, I review next to nothing myself. Maybe I shouldn't talk.
I decided to put Life with Jesse Daniels on Amazon and Kindle. I like selling exclusively through my site, but I thought, why not try it out for a bit? And, well, for a very limited time, I am letting you download the free ebook, in exchange for a review. I figured free is pretty damn affordable, if you know what I mean. If you are a fan of Young Adult and romance fiction, you can get more information, sign up and download the book on Story Cartel.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
|Siberian Husky Remove Your Shoes WELCOME Signs|
So you shouldn't be shocked at my new Remove Your Shoes WELCOME signs. They're funny, They're furry. They're quick and to the point!
|Weimaraner Remove Your Shoes WELCOME Sign|
|Old English Sheepdog Remove Your Shoes WELCOME Sign|
Friday, January 16, 2015
Really excited to announce that select Don't Touch the Baby, Wash Your Hands, CHD, Home Signs and bookmarks are now available on Amazon!
Click here to see our Amazon.com storefront!
Pretty cool, right? The largest selection is still on our website, but this helps more parents find us! =)
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Here's the cover for a book I will be illustrating this spring, I'll See You In My Dreams. As you can plainly see, it's a cute & cuddly bedtime story!
More to come!
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Sharing Black Friday Sale Coupons for DontTouchBaby.com and our Etsy shop! These codes are good through Sunday, November 30th, on most of our books, bookmarks, baby signs and other baby shower gifts!
Note that the DontTouchBaby.com Bonus Coupon can be used in addition to our Thanksgiving coupon, now through 11/30 only.
TOP SELLERS this week:
- Life with Jesse Daniels
- Brown Boot Don't Touch the Baby Sign
Monday, November 17, 2014
Just a quick post to let you know that a book I illustrated this past summer, The Magic Tree, is now available for pre-order on Amazon! If you are looking for a cute book to help boost your child's self-esteem, this would be it!
This children's book is also written by Dr. Michal Noah, best-selling author of "A-Z The Universe in Me"!
Friday, November 14, 2014
“What do you want?” Tiffany put her hands on her hips and pouted. A bouncy curl slid into her eye, and she tucked it back behind her ear.
“I need to use your bathroom,” Derek said with a crooked smile, hands behind his back.
“Why don’t you use your own bathroom? You live right across the street!”
“Because we were playing in the woods all day and I have to go really bad. Our mom locked us out.”
She sighed, moved aside, and he quickly vanished up the stairs. My sister didn’t seem to like Derek much. Maybe she wasn’t into boys yet, though she did carry around these Young Adult novels she was way too young for. I snuck a look at one once, and it had guys and girls “kissing passionately.” It seems my sister was always a pervert.
Tiffany crowded the doorway as Jesse tried to enter. “Drop the bug first!”
Jesse set the thing down. “Anna, wanna play tag?” There was dirt caked to his dirty blond hair, which I thought was really nasty. We were eleven—when would his hygiene improve? I mean, even then I showered daily!
Tiffany sneered as Dad wandered into the foyer, wearing his commonly wide smile. “Jesse, how are you? How’s your mom today?”
Jesse shrugged carelessly, looking up at him like he was miles high.
“We’re having hot dogs and French fries for dinner. Would you like to join us?”
“Can we have ketchup, too?”
“Sure we can! I’ve even got the green ketchup!” Dad can be so cheesy at times.
Derek descended the stairs wearing a huge grin. He stood beside me, eyes glimmering. Even back then his hair hung down past his eyes, parted down the middle.
They ate like pigs at the dinner table and ironically, Dad still seemed thrilled to have them there. “Doesn’t your mom feed you boys?” he joked, dragging a fry through a puddle of ketchup.
Derek answered with his mouth full. “We were in the woods all day.”
“We dissected a frog!” Jesse added.
As if eating hot dogs wasn’t gross enough!
Dad looked amused. “Did you? And what did you find?”
“We pulled its guts out!” Jesse exclaimed. “And it had a poor bug stuck in its belly!”
Tiffany snickered. “You killed a frog to save a bug?” She rolled her eyes. “Boys are so immature!”
Derek grinned. “Who said we killed it?”
Tiffany’s expression was blank.
“It’s been dead for weeks!”
I practically gagged.
The boys laughed and shoved their remaining fries in their mouths.
Tiffany sneered. “Really, for weeks? Exaggerating much? I’m taking a shower. Hopefully you’ll be gone by the time I get out!”
“Tiffany, that isn’t nice,” Dad scorned.
After she left, the room grew silent. I grimaced at the hot dog on my plate. The smell alone made me nauseous. I’ll bet Tiffany asked for hot dogs so often just to piss me off. I pushed it aside so my fries wouldn’t touch the so-called meat. Dad shot me a look, so I picked at the bun and grabbed a fry.
“So are you two going to be explorers when you grow up?” Dad asked a few minutes later, tossing his napkin on his plate.
Derek showed me his chewed-up hot dog. “My teacher said we were born in the wrong generation. There isn’t much left to explore.”
Dad laughed his deep, warm laugh. But it was drowned out by Tiffany’s bewildered screaming.
Practically tossing the table aside, Dad ran up in a panic, with the rest of us on his trail. Tiffany was in our bedroom, wrapped in a towel, dripping on the carpet, crying feverishly. She held a chunk of long hair, her face deep red. “Daddy, my hair’s falling out!” She pulled at her scalp, held another chunk, and sobbed.
“What did you put in your hair, Princess?”
“Conditioner!” Her bawling intensified.
Dad ran his hand over her head and sniffed the yellow residue. “This is Nair!” He pulled her into our bathroom, where the shower was still running. “Wash this off immediately, understand? Hurry, before all your hair falls off!”
That last sentence made her shriek like he just said she’s going to military school.
Dad was on fire. “WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?!”
Now Derek’s face was long, his eyes were scared, and he’d wiped that grin off his face really fast. I was mad for show. What I was really thinking was, That’ll teach her to have better hair than me!
Click here to read more!
Excerpt from "Life with Jesse Daniels".
Copyright © 2014 by Chrissy Fanslau. All rights reserved.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
One of my first jobs was working for Tom, a Pennsylvanian veterinarian. I recently found a series of journal entries and damn do they bring back memories! Here are my experiences, as I remember them.
It was another busy day at the clinic. I still worked in the kennel; administering medication, cleaning dog crap and doing laundry—I know, sounds like a dream job.
The kennel was crowded as the weekend grew near. At lunch, I took a well-deserved break. One of the girls I worked with asked if I wanted to go see the large cats at the sanctuary.
We walked behind the clinic to the log house which was the rehab center. Ducks waddled in our path, headed for the nearby pond, which was surrounded by colorful deciduous trees and shrubs. The ducklings were cute as they moved around steadily, their mother’s tail.
We walked to the back of the log home. The cat enclosure appeared—fences about fifteen feet tall, completely enclosed so the animals could not jump over. Two mountain lions stared intently, vocalizing as we came within feet of them. One rubbed her teeth against the metal fence in a rather playful manner. The blackish-tan fur was extremely short and dense, the nose a color near maroon. She stopped her rubbing motion and stared at me. My companion, a thin girl in her twenties, pulled some tall, green grass from the ground.
“They love this stuff,” she said, bringing her hand close to the fence. The cougars rushed for it, both eager to get a bite.
“O wow!” they screamed as they gently pulled the blades out of her hand. That explained what I heard every morning since I started working at the clinic! And it sounded really cool.
She laughed. “Oh, wow, Kiki!” she mocked, letting go of the grass and rubbing one of their noses with her index finger. “They say that when they see something they want,” she explained. She wiped her hands on her dirty black jeans and turned away. She told me I could stay until my break was up.
I sat on a knee-high rock by the cage, watching them hurry about, rubbing themselves against one other. Kiki got on her hind legs at one point, gripping the fence like she had human fingers.
“O wow,” she cried loudly, echoing. She seemed anxious for more. I found it odd that a carnivorous animal could get so worked up over grass. They had no access to grass; their enclosure primarily housed them and lots of dirt.
I reached over, pulled on some long blades, and carefully brought them close. Her teeth poked through the fence as she tried to get ahold of them. I was too afraid to bring my hand to her mouth—especially with all the signs posted on the fence, which depicted huge canines and broken, falling human fingers.
That's when the tiger emerged from the building. It stunned me. She was twice the size of any mountain lion there, and obviously dominant. They moved aside for her. Her mouth hung as she paced by, at first ignoring me. Her coat was like a bright fire, her stripes jet black, with a white chest and long white fur encircling the sides of her face.
She moved past me but turned, her orange eyes meeting my blues. I stared at her in awe. She stared me down, unpleased with my gaze. Large cats don't like to be challenged. After a minute or so, her eyes grew narrow. She looked at me, rather irritated, and made a sound like a sneeze. Her tail twitched, and the white spots on the back of her ears came into view—annoyance.
She gripped the fence with her paw, pulling herself up closer to my level. She vocalized, a rather pleasant Rrrr. Then she got down, turned her butt to me, and used her back paws to kick up some of the fine dirt beneath her—we all know what she thought of me.
Luckily, she liked me when it mattered.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
I drew Seacats on everything. I drew them in grade school. I drew them in middle school, I drew them in high school. I drew them in class, I drew them in journals, I drew them in year books, I drew them on my hands. And other kids were still so impressed they asked if I drew or traced them.
Yeah, I used a pencil to trace this onto my hand. Okay....
I lied, I don't usually draw with a pencil. Ink, baby, ink.
Luckily, as an adult I'm never asked that silly question. Like I can imagine some art director for XYZ Publishers calling me up — "Hi, is this Chrissy? I'm looking for an artist and I saw your portfolio online. Did you really draw that, or did you trace it?"
Yeah, that would never happen. At least, it hasn't, after nearly a decade in business.
Anyway. I drew them. I painted them. I etched them. I watercolored them. My dad still has a room full of my old Seacat stuff.
They look really different now. More professional for sure. But they're still the same, really.
I'm working on some new Seacat projects. I thought I'd share some line art here. I'm trying to get Izzy Bell to complement Timmy just a bit more. Very minor changes, but they're still there. They're pretty close, but still evolving. You can see their evolution here and follow them on Facebook here.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Luckily I didn't break anything.
After I started my illustration business, he went freelance as well and we've been keeping in touch and even collaborating on projects ever since!
We talk often about business, books and completely random stuff like why it's called "history" instead of "herstory".
Yeah, I don't know where I come up with this stuff.
He's worked with some really big names: Apple, NOAA, University of Alaska and more. If you need a talented designer or woodworker, you can reach him at 907.385.0496 or check out more of his pieces on his Facebook page! In addition to logos and brochures, he makes amazing furniture and custom photo frames!