Can’t say I’ve been reading books too much this week, but I sure have been staring at them lately. I stared at this one:
I’ve never had to make decisions like this before.
In the last year, you probably have fifteen friends that have published a book. Well, count me in as number sixteen because, sometime in the next few weeks, Bye-Bye Nesquik will enter the fray.
So that’s what I was doing at Barnes & Noble, pulling novels off the shelves, examining how much of the body or the building or the suitcase they put into the shot, why they used those colors and most of all, why that particular image summed up everything that happens between the pages.
And oh, there’s more. Like, what the heck is web-hosting? And how do I let a lot of people know about my book? And, for the author photo, do I pose with the rose between my teeth or do we use the log-flume shot they sold me at Six Flags? (Just kidding!)
But I get ahead of myself.
In the past week or so, the cover artist has been busy snapping pictures of some children we know, and of a certain brown-haired man we know, then cobbling them all together in the drawing that will become the book’s cover.
Oh, and he sketched this in, too:
Can’t wait to see it.