Problems are born here.
Choosing a cover for a reprint of a novel should be jolly, good fun.
I’ve trod these waters before and nearly drowned in them. Decisions of image, script, title placement, font color and size, all congeal into a tentacled creature of the deep with a mighty chip on its squiddy shoulder…
My mind’s already burping up brine and I haven’t even picked the stupid book to cover.
Everybody out of the water. This is going to get ugly.
Until Monday (travel day tomorrow)…