I had to post this. I really can’t believe it.
I’m at the point where I can start seriously looking for a cover designer for my book(s). I want a simple design, mostly type, with a magazine-style illustration. Nothing outrageous or overtly sexual, in fact, I’d like to stay away from that. So I’m querying freelance cover designers, much like I queried freelance editors. The response is the same too, that is, when they bother to even write back.
I can understand an editor may not want to read an entire book of material that they find offensive or threatening. But a cover designer? If they’re embarrassed about doing a cover for me, they don’t have to put it in their portfolio but they’ll still get paid the same.
Instead of being hurt and frustrated like I was during the finding-an-editor process, now I’m just mad. This is beyond stupid. It’s nice to know that the moral fiber of America is being protected by the freelance book-production industry. I’ve done enough research to know that I’ll have problems finding a distributor and may have problems finding a printer as well.
I’ve thought about taking all this overseas where they can’t speak English and don’t give a rat’s ass anyway, but the cost of air travel, plus the cost of producing the book, makes it more reasonable to get this done locally (in a hemispheric sense).
I’ve thought about producing the cover myself. I have the Photoshop skills and could learn enough Illustrator and InDeisgn to get by if I needed to. Free cover templates are available everywhere on the Net. But I have no design training and can’t draw to save my life. I’d like a really nice cover and that requires a professional.
So here I am again, complaining in amazement. The amount of crap that is published every year is astounding, especially when you add in the violence, drugs, drinking and unsafe-sex stories (none of which I’m advocating). This knee-jerk reaction from supposed professionals has gotten really old. I’m sure I’ll push through this to a new level of understanding and awareness of humankind, but right now I’m massively irritated.
The only conclusions I can draw are: I’m the most depraved, disgusting thing they’ve ever come across and having to read my e-mails contaminates them. I’m some sort of sexual boogey-woman to them. They’re not as professionallly-minded as I thought they were. My definition of “professional” is not their definition. Finding a talented, budget-friendly, open-minded cover designer is going to take a while.
PS: Sometimes things work out with a little complaining. It looks like I might have found my designer today, a few hours after posting this. Yay! I’m really beginning to hate the kicked-in-the-teeth feeling I get from too many judgemental rejections. Their quality of work is excellent and I hope the price is right too, although that’s not my first concern anymore!