Cover Confusion by Misha Herwin
I’ve
written the book. I’ve had it edited. I’ve proof read it over and over again
and I’ve made use of the Word programme that reads your work aloud word by
plodding word. In our house this is known as the boring voice due to the
unending monotone which can make any piece, however interesting or exciting,
sound totally and utterly deadly. It is so dire that I can only listen for
twenty minutes maximum at any one time, otherwise I lose concentration and fail
to pick up all the missing words and typos that it highlights.
Having
completed all this, I’ve formatted the e-book and uploaded it onto Kindle. All
that remains to do is to upload the cover and I’m good to go.
At
this point I have ground to a complete and utter halt.
It’s
not as if I haven’t already designed the cover for “New Beginnings at Rosa’s.”
I did this before I started preparing the e-book, but then the doubts crept in.
The
problem with covers, as I see it, is that they are all generic. Women’s fiction
have a certain sort, psychological thrillers another, historical novels yet
another, while cosy crime has its own distinctive look. Going into a book shop
you can see at a glance what is what.
With
this in mind the choice of cover is all important and the fear of getting it
wrong hangs heavy. Is the possibility of making a mistake what has effectively
paralysed me? Or is it a natural reluctance to let go of a book I’ve been
working on for almost twelve months? Am I afraid of being judged? Of being
ignored? Of being a failure?
There
is also the question of whether I actually want to return to the writing world.
The last eighteen months has been a period of profound change. Mike has been
very ill and has now been diagnosed with vascular dementia. We have moved house
and now live next door to my daughter, son-in-law and grandkids. The move was
fairly traumatic, we didn’t complete until the furniture was being loaded into
the vans, then had a week of living with my son before we could move into our
new home.
Once
we were safely installed, we had to get used to living in a new part of the
country, away from the friends and support systems we had in Staffordshire. My
reaction to this was periods of intense stress, followed by days of living from
moment to moment until gradually the anxiety subsided. In the meantime my brain
shut down its creative side.
There’s
something tempting about living without the urge to write and share one’s work
with the rest of the world. There’s no challenge, no stress, I can spend the
days pottering about in house and garden, going out for coffee, exploring the
countryside. The only problem with this was that the new novel was waiting on
the hard drive and not only was it written but was it was also the sequel to “Friday
Nights at Rosa’s” which came out in 2024.
It
seems to me that dithering over the cover for “New Beginnings at Rosa’s was an
excuse to stay in the safety of my burrow, while deep down what I want to do is
be like Mole in “The Wind in the Willows” who when “Spring was moving in
the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark
and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing…scraped
and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and
scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and
muttering to himself, ‘Up we go! Up we go!’ till at last, pop! his snout came
out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a
great meadow.”
So
I’m going to raise my snout to the sun, make a decision on my cover design,
stop worrying about getting it wrong and “Publish and be Damned.”
Comments
But you're almost there. That paragraph from The Wind in the Willows is perfect! Yes indeed, raise your snout to the sun and soon you'll be rolling around in the warm grass of the meadow. In other words, do it, finish this project you've already put so much work into, release it to the world, enjoy the process as much as possible.... and relax.
In time you can start another book if you want to - or not. There may be so many different things going on in your new life that the urge to write fades into the background. Which is fine.