Yes, yes, I know: you were expecting to find something here concerning Annie’s and Kerry’s breakfast, and whether or not Annie was gonna burn down the Great Hall to get back at Emma. Sorry, I’m so, so sorry, but I didn’t. First, I went out for drinks with a woman from the office. Second, we both got a tinsy blasted and were well on our way to being “The Hammered Chicks at the Bar,” which wouldn’t have bothered us in the least as we were joking with the bartender–who made the best Cosmos–and throwing shade at some of the people around us. (My friend’s best remark, concerning an obvious state intern dressed to the nines and looking like she needed a good meal: “Of course the bitch ordered a salad.” Oh, and a couple of dudes to my right kept looking like they wanted to hit on us.) Third, by the time I got home it was seven-thirty, and I really didn’t feel like I was gonna get anything done, because I had business to do.
Which leads us to Forth via a short roundabout.
The last thing I published was Her Demonic Majesty back in May, 2012. Since then I’ve written a hell of a lot–by my own estimation, of the six full stories and one finished story written, eight hundred and fifty thousand words–not one of those things has come to light. I’m just a novelette short of a million words in three years, and nothing is out. When you think about it, that’s pretty damn sad.
Lately–well, for months, really–I’ve been on the kick of saying that I would publish, but I need a good cover. And really, you do, otherwise you end up on Lousy Book Covers and people shame your ass because, as some point, a writer looked at the work in front of them and thought, “Yeah, it’s not getting better than this.” And I seriously don’t want that.
But I’ve been in a real “Shit or Get Off the Pot” moment, where it’s either time to walk away and admit you aren’t doing anything but literary masturbation, or you are totally serious about getting your work out. Which is why there was a Forth last night:
I’m having book covers made.
I contacted Desi’s Art Deigns and spoke with Desi herself. I told her what I was looking for, and she quoted a price of $200 per custom cover, with a ten percent discount if it’s part of a series. When we finished, I told her I would get my ideas to her and that by sometime next week I’d pay her, up front, for her work.
So what am I getting? A dark, urban horror cover for Kolor Ijo, for one. This was my NaNoWriMo 2012 entry, and I’ve wanted it published for some time, so why not soon? Desi told me that she could have real fun with this, as dark urban horror is pretty sweet. I’m coming up with ideas for it, and will start making notes on those ideas.
Notice, however, I’m using a lot of plurals–“Covers”; “ideas”; “series”. Just how many covers did you buy, Cassidy? Four. One of Kolor Ijo, and three for . . . you know what’s coming next.
I’m going to edit and publish The Foundation Chronicles: A For Advanced.
I mean, I spent fifteen months of my life working on that book, so what the hell? Is it seeing the light of day or what? So I will stick to my original plan of publishing the first book by act, which are all over a hundred thousand words. I already have an idea for the Act One cover:
It would come as Annie and Kerry are walking through Founder’s Gate for the first time. They both stop in the archway and look around: Kerry to his left, Annie to her right. This way you get them both in three-quarter profile. Kerry will have on his hoodie and backpack, and you’ll see his green eyes through his rectangular putter-gray glasses, while Annie will have her nice purse slung across her body over a nice jacket, her long, full chestnut hair exposing enough of her face that you can see her hazel eyes. There is the garden on either side of the long walkway, and Isis and the rest of the European/African A Levels are about half way down the lane, while in the distance is the Great Hall, shrouded in darkness and mist, all indirectly lit.
I have my ideas for the Act Two and Three covers as well, but I’m not going into that now. Be it that the covers are coming, which means I will edit and publish, probably throughout much of next year. Because now I’ll have to publish–
After all, I’ll have covers.