Category: Cover Art

  • Cover-up Follow-Up

    Cover-up Follow-Up

    Cross-posted over at Amazing Stories Last week I showed some examples of good and bad cover art. Now, if you are an indie author, or a small press publisher, you can’t afford a great cover artist to create bespoke art for your cover. And I’ll tell you something: most traditional publishers don’t bother, either. You…

  • Well-Covered

    Well-Covered

    A books cover speaks loudly… I’ve put together some examples, good and bad, over at Amazing Stories today. What do you think belongs on a science fiction cover? Fantasy? What looks awful? Next week I will get into how to find and use images.

  • And it’s Monday

    And it’s Monday

    Which means there is a new Amazing Stories blog post up… but I didn’t write it! Eric Gustafson guest posts for me, on the importance of cover art, with great humor and radical ideas that deserve to be fully explored. http://amazingstoriesmag.com/2013/08/the-art-of-designing-covers/ And speaking of art, I am playing around with an idea. I’m using Pinterest to…

  • Work of Art

    Really, I think my stories are just that, stories. And I make pictures to go with them, sometimes. I’m still a little shy of calling myself an artist. But here’s the picture that goes with the fantasy short story I’m publishing this week. Still making up my mind on the title. It could be Wood…

  • Red Riding Hood

    Red Riding Hood

    I wrote a grown-up version of the classic fairy tale, where Russe is armed with a shotgun, and the wolf had better watch out… It’s been available for a while, and I have a sequel plotted. I should work on that this summer. A conversation on facebook brought it to mind, so I am sharing…

  • Snippet 2 of Vulcan’s Kittens

    Snippet 2 of Vulcan’s Kittens

    To celebrate my (finally!) getting the spine properly formatted for the print edition, here is another snippet of Vulcan’s Kittens. If you would like to read the first snippet, look here before you start on this one. To buy a print copy, click here.  Linn woke up in the morning to her grandfather shaking her…

  • Snow Angel

    Snow Angel

    Snow Angel  Sarah was standing at the sink with her hands in hot soapy dishwater when her son came in the sliding glass door in a small swirl of frosty air and rapidly melting snow. She turned around to see him bouncing up and down on the mat. He knew he wasn’t allowed to bring…