Tuesday, February 12
When I was an unpublished writer, I always thought hating a cover was kind of a prima donna act. You know, the writer was throwing a fit for no reason. If you were lucky enough to get a cover, deal with it.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Awhile back, I contracted my book, Vaquero. It is a tale of a man branded (literally) by racists. A branding iron plays a HUGE part in the book. The entire plot evolves around the branding. The original title was Branded, but it was taken.
When I filled out the cover art, I asked for a prominent branding iron. I wanted it to be large, fiery red and coming at the reader.
The heroine is a strawberry blonde. The hero is Spanish-American with dark hair and sage-green eyes.
This was the cover I got. Can you say double ugh? Ugh.
There's nothing about it I liked. Lucky for me, I had a great editor who let me change it. I bought my own cover art, and the artist found my branding iron. While still not exactly my vision come to life, it's better.
The new cover is on the sidebar.
So, here's my thoughts, for what they're worth. A cover matters. I don't think the artist can find my exact vision. How could they? He or she isn't in my head. But to be excited about the book, to want to share it, the writer has to at least like her cover.
I got lucky. How about you...have you ever had a cover that made you want to stick your head in an oven and slam the door a few times?