Statuette of Girl,
Dynasty XVIII, Amunhotep III (c.1390-1353 B.C.)
painted ivory, provenance unknown,
Brooklyn Museum of Art.
From a postcard book produced by Pomegranate Communications, Inc.
Usually, naked calendars are created to raise funds for charity.
Last week read of one designed to raise money to fix deep pot-holes in a local road and to shame the Transportation authorities at the same time.
Think it was in Saskachewan -- that province of Canada where you can watch your dog run away from home all day.
Pictures included a shot of a naked guy in a canoe in one pot-hole as well as other cute stuff.
Made me wonder.
Has there ever been a naked author calendar?
Every now and then, writers and readers are asked to donate to some worthy cause or the other: Literacy. New Orleans. Someone's house burns down. Proceeds from sales donated to women's shelters, breast cancer research, etc.
A naked author calendar might outstrip those initatives.
After all, we bare our souls. Our asses are on the line all the time.
Before you say butt, butt, let me remind you that glamour is not a requirement. Humour, however, is a necessity.
BTW, to go along with the paperabilia theme, do you have writerly business cards?
Perhaps ones with a clever, succinct line about your style/brand and genre?
Have always liked Jaye Wells' phrase "crypt lit."
A few weeks ago, PBW suggested creating trading cards for your characters as a fun promotional effort. Probably work best if one had a successful series or two on the go, but a neat idea.
My lawn this morning under a cold rain is a grimy battlefield of tree bones and the rusty scattered armour of old leaves.