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I’ve attached my idea for the design of your home page. It’s just the look I envision. This is something you could absolutely do yourself—the photos, the dreamier colors, the clearer font. You’re welcome to take this idea and run with it.
However, what I don’t think you can do is improve the bones of your website, the setup, the speed, the need to have it work smoothly on mobile devices. I can offer you that service,and improve your social media exposure.
I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I’d also suggest a logo design with consistency, that illustrates the creativity and care behind your products.
Please let me know if you have any interest, and I’d be happy to work up a proposal. Take all the time you need to discuss with your family.
Consider the attached a thank-you for introducing me to Bayside Lotions and Potions products.
All the best,
Sonya MacTavish
She sent it off, with attachment, and decided to take her break.
She found Cleo in the kitchen filling her water bottle.
“I’m about to head out. I’m going to stop by Bay Arts, then go over to Gull Lane. I want to do a painting of the old school.”
“Well, that’s a brilliant idea. And maybe include it in your show next month.”
“Maybe, but I think we’re mostly set there.”
“I’m pretty damn excited.”
“So am I. A fun start to autumn for me.” Pausing, she sipped some of her drink. “I’m going to miss packing up my art supplies and going wherever I want to paint any day I want to. Sabbatical’s about over.”
“Cleo, you know if that’s what you want, that’s what you should do.”
“I do know. But I love my day job. In fact, I got two offers. One I’m definitely taking, the other… I think I’m done thinking about it, and want that, too. Maybe.”
“Well, tell.”
“The author of Burt Springer’s granddaughter’s favorite book.”
“Jessie’s Best Day. I remember.”
“I did two others for her, and she wants me for the next. I wouldn’t start for a couple weeks, as she’s still tweaking the text. Obviously, I don’t want anyone else illustrating it.”
“That’s great. What’s the other?”
“Different for me, so I really wanted to think it through. I knew what you’d think.”
Sonya laughed. “Tell me what I’d think.”
“You read Jonah T. Long.”
“I do, as do millions of others. He’s great. Terrifying and great. I’ve never talked you into trying one of his.”
“Because terrifying. He’s doing a YA.”
“Really? Different for him, too.”
“I guess. It’ll be a three-book series. A trilogy. He wants chapter illustrations. Twenty chapters, twenty illustrations, plus an illustrated frontispiece, possibly aThe End for Nowsort of thing, and a cover design.
“He wants me.”
“Holy crap, Cleopatra! This is huge!” On a squeal, Sonya shot both hands into the air, shook them. “It’s monumental! You have to do it!”
