Off I trotted to the University Library today. A whole day's annual leave, and the chance to be just one person for the day - an author. (It was odd being just a visitor to the library, rather than a postgrad.)
Boy, did I work hard?! I was calling up all my old imaginary friends' books, and examining them for usable images. Then filling in the application forms for images to be made. One double-sided form per image - it took ages. But then again, the whole point is (a) to save me the effort of trying to make really top-quality images myself, and (b), because I don't actually have access to the images for most of them in any case. No choice, then.
After that, I attended a presentation at a workshop on metaphors and stuff. A bit of an eye-opener, that. They're codifying millions of metaphors. I've codified tunes in the past. But I'm not codifying my natural metaphors in the same way, when it comes to early nineteenth century Celtic song-collecting. Who would have thought there were so many different ways of looking at metaphors? I suppose I might have guessed; after all, we look at music in so many different ways. And I loved hearing different speakers talking about words. They were good with words themselves.
Fleetingly home again, I fed the remaining teen (one's at uni, and the next one was out and about), then took him for his music lesson. (I was so tired I fell asleep waiting in the car for him.)
And then back to searching Scran for images. I'm down to a shortlist of half-a-dozen for the cover image. I haven't yet found a nice simple, early 19th century pen-and-ink or etched map of the Western Isles, but I'll search Scran before I look further. Anyone of your acquaintance specialise in old maps?