Spirits of Christmas: A Rock ‘n’ Roll Christmas Carol

About Nicky Wells: Romance that Rocks Your World!

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Hi! I’m Nicky Wells, your ultimate rock chick author. My books offer glitzy, glamorous contemporary romance with a rock theme ~ imagine Bridget Jones ROCKS Notting Hill! If you’ve ever had a crush on any kind of celebrity ~ rock, pop, movie or other ~ you’ll connect with my heroes and my leading ladies!

Like my first leading lady, Sophie, I love listening to rock music, dancing, and eating lobsters. When I’m not writing, I’m a wife, mother, occasional knitter, and regular contributor to The Midweek Drive show on Lincoln’s Siren 107.3 FM. Rock on!

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Nicky’s latest work is a novella. Spirits of Christmas: A Rock ‘n’ Roll Christmas Carol

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Author Nicky Wells tells us of her Inspiration for Spirits of Christmas

Writing this novella was a bit of an inevitability for me, all things considered. If you don’t already know me, you have to understand that I simply love rock music. Rock musicians are like Viagra for my soul. I’m also a sucker for romance and a good-old fashioned happy ending. Moreover, I love the Christmas season: the lights, the sweets, the laughter. Combining all those things ~ rock, romance, and Christmas ~ was one of the most delightful writing projects of my career so far!

The idea for this book came to me the very night after I launched my second book, Sophie’s Run, in February of this year. I was hyped up with excitement, I had finished writing my third book and was waiting for publisher edits, and I had already planned my fourth full-length novel. I was utterly and completely unable to sleep with everything that was going on, and quite unexpectedly, the whole story was in my head. Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol is one of my favourite Christmas stories both in the original and its many varied adaptations. I suddenly thought… why not bring it into the rock’n’roll domain?

My wonderful husband, Jon, was somewhat taken aback when I presented him with this plan the following morning.

‘I’m going to write a Christmas novella,’ I said.

‘But you’ve got another book launch in September, and you’ve planned your fourth book already—how’s this going to fit in?’ he responded enthusiastically, if pragmatically.

‘I’ll figure it out.’

And so I did. It took me just over a week to write the first draft in May 2013, and another few weeks here and there to tweak, fine-tune and polish it over the following months. But here it is. Spirits of Christmas. I hope you enjoy!

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 Spirits of Christmas: A Rock’n’Roll Christmas Carol

At one time, up-and-coming rock singer Jude had it all: a great band, a platinum record, a loving girlfriend. This Christmas, however, he is well down the road towards spontaneous self-destruction.

Unwittingly at first, Jude has progressively alienated his band and driven away the love of his life. Tonight, the night before Christmas Eve, he has broken the final taboo during a disastrous gig. Yet Jude doesn’t see how badly his life has derailed, not until a ghostly procession of legends passes through his bedroom with a series of vivid and powerful wake-up calls.

Will the Spirits help Jude put the friendship, love, and rock music back into his Christmas?

Spirits of Christmas is a modern-day rock’n’roll adaption of Charles Dickens’ classic A Christmas Carol. This novella will enchant romance readers, rock lovers, fans of ghost stories, and everybody who adores the festive season.

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‘Hiya, Jude!’

The voice emerged from the door, and Jude’s head whipped round as if drawn by a string.

‘Hiya, Jude,’ the voice repeated cheerfully. Unexpectedly, it launched into the first line of one of Jude’s most favourite songs. Jude once again sank onto the bed, his legs refusing to carry him with the shock of this second apparition.

‘Is this really you?’

For a moment, Jude’s second otherworldly visitor abandoned his song and remained silent, motionless, allowing Jude to take a good, long look. The sideburns, the nose, the defined chin, the round glasses were clearly visible despite the spirit’s transparent appearance. Everything about this figure was familiar, yet nothing was quite as it should have been. It was as though Jude was looking at a hologram, a distorted, stretched vision where nothing quite fitted together.

Nonetheless, Jude found his voice. ‘Oh my God, it is you!’

Excitement made his exclamation strong and clear. The figure flinched at the sudden burst of noise, but Jude ploughed on. ‘This is…this is totally unreal. I mean, imagine this—here’s me in my bedroom, and there’s you, come to visit me.’

‘I’m not who you think you see,’ the apparition interrupted. ‘I’m the Ghost of Christmas Past.’

 

My books: Sophie’s Turn | Sophie’s Run | Sophie’s Encore | Spirits of Christmas

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Water – A B-Sides Story

I want to thank you for having me on your blog to promote the release of my latest publication. Water is a novella in the B-Sides universe, which follows people in a post-apocalyptic world. While each story is a standalone adverture, together they form a deeply intricate web of action, drama, and hope. Here is a brief summary of the novella:
The next installment in the B-Sides series follows a father and son living out a quiet life in northern Arizona. A strange occurrence at the border, and a series of events that turns the world upside down, plunges society into a spiral from which it might not be able to recover. Having to flee from their home with a band of unlikely friends in tow, the open road beckons. 

Can they survive? 

And here be an excerpt for your enjoyment:
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His phone vibrated as it slowly ventured toward the edge of his nightstand. Shaking and spinning, it was a ballet of electronic futility. James had left it behind; it wasn’t even an afterthought as he neared the valley of sand and heat that he had passed through only the night before. There were two reasons to live in the desert: sunsets and sunrises.
This particular morning was no exception.
The valley was formed of a crimson pastel rock that from a distance looked like the mountains at the entrance to some unknown world. But in the morning and just before the wisps of night grab a hold and smother the day, there was an explosion of colors. It was a beautiful cornucopia of blistering and beautiful art.
The sun crawled just above the sand dunes, flooding the valley in sunshine. The splashing light tumbled across the rock formations, and iridescent stones ignited the walls of the basin.
This was the part of the day James loved the most.
This was when his life felt less worthless.
There was purpose here.
The sun came into the valley each day to create this beautiful marvel, and each day he was here to witness it. The twisting serpent of the road wove in and out of the majesty of nature, until the paved parking lot of his daily grind came into view.
A grotesque sign was perched just off the road.
It read: Our Stuff.
The door of the jeep creaked as James closed it. He pulled his red vest over his black t-shirt and ran a hand through his short hair.
The parking lot was mostly empty.
A beat-up Buick had been parked there since the late 90s and had never moved. By this time, it was a makeshift homeless shelter for local transients. It was an important component of his duties for the day, driving off the homeless when they panhandled in front of the store.
Silence permeated the morning––a rare treat James relished in the early mornings. She walked in from the other side of the parking lot. A blue Honda with a dented door and missing hubcaps was parked some distance away. She was his dream girl, of a sort. She was married to––or had been, it was a strange situation to be sure––a local drunk and abuser.
Light brown hair to her chin: It was often combed over one eye, mirroring a childhood memory. There was too much eye shadow to hide indiscretions, long shirts to hide bruises.
She was a broken doll.
“Hey Violet,” James mumbled as he got closer, chancing an awkward wave.
She rarely looked up and when she did, all he was struck by was the wide eyes that looked at him in gratitude for recognizing her existence. This day, she smiled weakly. Dimples in her cheeks deepened as he got closer.
“Hello, James,” she whispered back, her voice small.
He felt protective of her.
As he neared, he smiled widely, invitingly.
“Did you bring Julie with you today?”
Julie was her eight-year old daughter who often frequented work with her mother when her father was away on a binge, or more violent than usual. James felt defensive of her as well, much to his detriment.
She shook her head. Most of the time she wore an over-sized coat with a faux fur lining and hood that was often the barrier of her hidden face.
“Her father took her today.”
James nodded absently, as he could not imagine what that man could do with a child. He could barely take care of himself. Too often, he would barrel into the store––half-drunk and yelling––and would have to be dragged out by the police. The automatic doors at the front of the store did not open as they approached.
Reaching out, James pulled them open and gestured for Violet to go first. She bowed her head, making an already smaller person even more diminutive. The interior of the store was still dark. The echo of the speakers played elevator music, water-downed versions of songs no one wanted to hear. As Violet disappeared into the aisles of the store, James turned and shut the front doors and locked them.
“See you later,” he spoke, trailing off at the end.
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The morning passed as it often did.
The sun rose.
Heat sweltered in the desert and the fringe humanity of Miranda sought air-conditioned shelter. James was a walker, a transient employee who sauntered through the store. Seeking out customers who required help, he sometimes cleaned the bathrooms. Often, he attended to those duties that fell between the cracks of other employees. As the morning gave way to the afternoon, there was a palpable tension in the air.
Customers were more curt than usual.
People left angry.
It was not until James had the distinct pleasure of interacting with a deranged desert degenerate that he began to understand what it was about that day that was enraging people so.
“Nametag.”
James did not register the cruel tone at first.
“Nametag,” he repeated, this time drawing James’ attention. “Nametag, I’m talking to you. Turn around.”
James turned, his grimace dissipating into an even line.
It was his best attempt at a smile.
The man was a caricature of a person. His chin disappeared into his pocked neck and his bulging brown eyes seemed to be of two different sizes. Crooked teeth were revealed as he opened his mouth to speak once more.
“Hey, what about customer service? C’mon, nametag.”
“What can I help you with, sir?” mustered James.
The man’s face twisted into a sneer.
He was wearing a shirt three sizes too small, his hairy belly exposed from just beneath the dirty white shirt. Putrid breath radiated from the man. It was an odor that could have risen from a trash heap in the Mojave Desert. “Attitude? You giving me attitude now, nametag? Time like this, in a crisis and what not.”
“I’m sorry that you feel I am being discourteous…”
The man sneered again. His voice, though masculine, broke as he spoke again. “Using big words on me now, college dropout. You think you’re hot shit, selling commodities to us lower folk.”
James looked at the man in disbelief, his behavior was deplorable. “Perhaps if you can just calm down, I can help you find whatever it is you are looking for.”
The man moved in closer, the scent of body odor was overpowering. “You some kind of wise guy? Why do you think I’m here? You retarded? Don’t you listen to the news? Don’t you know what’s going on?”
James looked at him, bewildered.
“Sir, I…”
“Water,” the man spoke clearly. “Water, I need water.”
“Bottled water? Is this about the Hernandez thing? The border?” queried James, making a connection slowly, though uncertainly. “Are they peddling hysteria already?”
“Hysteria, boy, you must be living under a rock. It’s coming. That border thing’s old news. Poison is in Texas now, parts of New Mexico. They’re talking about rationing and sanctions on tap water. You believe that shit?”
James looked around the store. “I really don’t.”
It had evaded him previously.
The scampering populace of Miranda bustled about the store, arms full of plastic water bottles and greater containers. One woman had another by the hair, dragging her away from the last water bottles on the shelf. People screamed at each other, pointing accusing fingers, claiming water as their own.
“It would appear you aren’t the only one looking,” replied James, as he pointed to the pandemonium. “Best of luck to you.”
The man glowered at him as he passed by, but James could not believe his eyes. Lines were backed up, people nearly climbing over each other to get water and carry it away in the heat of the day, to survive.
He stalked over to the throng of people who had begun to congregate around the empty shelves. As he approached, the masses turned as one. Their bleary eyes and angry words were upon him before he could even speak.
“Where is the water?” one cried.
“Is there more?” queried an elderly woman shakily.
“What do we do?” screamed another.
James held up his hands, trying to calm them.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, but they continued to bicker. Each voice rose above the others. Some shoved those smaller than themselves, like a rabid mob. He raised his voice. Some mumbles remained, but most had directed their attention at him. “Let’s all calm down for a moment. I will go in the back and see what we have.”
He moved away from them, not giving them time to object or grow ever angrier. The store was packed. Never in his eighteen months there had he seen such a rush on the store. He wondered what it was he had missed to which everyone else was reacting so intensely. Pushing open the double doors that led into the warehouse, James sighed.
The madness was tangible.
It permeated the air, made it thin.
Other employees had congregated in the back, seeking shelter from the madness. Two of them talked loudly with each other. One he knew, the other was a new employee or perhaps someone with whom he had never crossed paths. The first was dressed in a style that could only be described as early fuckup. The other was the kind of person who you would not give another look, as average as they come.
An unevenly mounted nose ring, jagged teeth, and a tone that was filled with ignorance: The younger man James did not know spoke in an overbearing tone.
“This is epic. All these fucking hillbillies running around like the skies are falling in. I’m surprised the fat ones aren’t screaming Chicken Little. Epic.” He held his hands up demonstratively. “Epic.”
Average Bob watched the less-than-eloquent fellow employee with a listless gaze. “The news said it was serious though…”
“The news? You can’t trust the news, man. They are trying to pull some bullshit over our eyes. Always, trying to force your hand,” he continued to rant.
James moved past, making sure not to make eye contact, as he did not wish to engage them in some kind of rhetorical conversation. As he moved out of earshot, he could not help but shake his head at the redundant movie references that took the place of grammar and syntax. There was only the replacement of actual thought with recycled thought. It had become the repetition and regurgitation of the words of another. He was not necessarily bitter toward fan worship, but was simply irritated by the lack of thought most other people his age seemed to show. They were more content in the safety of what other people thought––more concerned with their small shell of a world and not the greater picture.
His face twisted into a scowl as he moved past racks and racks of brown boxes marked in black permanent marker with various numbers designating position, quantity, and retail-related mediocrity. As he reached the back, where normally there were pallets upon pallets of shrink-wrapped water cases, he swore.
Reaching down, he picked up the wayward bunched band of plastic that had once held the pallet in place. There were seven empty pallets, the entire back stock of what the store carried.
Where had he been?
How had he not seen this?
The voice startled him. “Pretty intense, huh?”
James rose slowly, turning to face Violet. “Yeah, wild. How did I not notice all of this water going out?”
She moved next to him, folding her arms across her chest. “You’ve been in a daze lately, moving around as if you didn’t notice anything, anybody.”
They lingered like this for a moment.
Neither spoke––nor breathed really––except in fractured, shallow breaths. Finally, letting out a burst of air and licking his lips, James shifted his feet and ran a hand through his hair. “I should check on those people out there. They were acting like fucking animals.”
Violet nodded, tucking her hands inside her sleeves.
“Yeah, my break is almost over. I should be getting back.”
James nodded again, awkwardly.
Turning away, he disappeared into the racks once more, leaving Violet to her thoughts. He shook his head and mumbled to himself in mock anger. Whenever there was a moment when he and Violet seemed to connect, they both froze, neither making a move. She was scared, but was looking for a way out.
He knew that.
He could be there for her.
Smacking a hand against his forehead, he whispered to himself angrily. “Stupid.”
A psychologist, author, editor, philosopher, martial artist, and skeptic, he has published several novels and currently has many in print, including: The End of the World Playlist, Bitten, The Journey, The Ocean and the Hourglass, The Path of the Fallen, The Portent, and Cerulean Dreams. Follow him on Twitter (@AuthorDanOBrien) or visit his blog http://thedanobrienproject.blogspot.com. He recently started a consultation business. You can find more information about it here: http://www.amalgamconsulting.com/.

Confessions of a Graphic Designer

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Today, I would like to welcome my guest, Anita B. Carroll.

She is a designer of book covers and has some great tips for authors.

Anita has offered to share:

12 things every author should know when working with a book cover designer

1. Should you hire a professional to design your cover and what about the cost?

The simple answer is, yes absolutely!  I know several self-published authors who design their own covers.  Some do it because they want to, and others because they simply can’t afford to hire a professional.

My advice is do what you do best, and leave the rest to the professionals. Ask yourself  objectively; Does this cover represent my story?   Does the cover represent my identity as an author? Does it look professional?

Your book cover is a representation of your work as an author.   It is part of your brand identity.  Most readers will see the cover before having the chance to read an excerpt from the book.  If it doesn’t look like the author put much effort into the presentation, most likely the potential reader will just gloss over it.  You will never get a second chance to make a first impression.

Your brand is the single most important investment you can make in your business.Steve Forbes

Learn more about brand identity and why you really need it.

What about the cost? Many designers have flexible pricing.  Even some who are just starting out can still create awesome works for you.  So please, don’t assume you can’t afford it.  Do some research.

Don’t let the assumption of high cost discourage you.  Every project is different and the price will reflect this. Just send the designer an email and ask what they would charge for your project.

Every designer works differently and charges differently.  I definitely recommend using a designer that charges per project, since you can’t really be sure that the designer uses the hours they give you, and it can get rather costly, quickly.  I can spend anything from 5 hours to a month on a cover.  This is why I charge per project, and don’t offer an hourly rate.  Every project is different and I try to be as flexible as possible when proposing a quote.  I always take into consideration the author’s budget and timeline.

Good quality designs will cost from US $50+/hr and up. Be sure you look over the details and have a mutual agreement as to what the fee includes. A base fee of US $125+ for a project is to be expected.  I have seen good quality pre-made book cover offerings as low as US $149.   Also, a full-blown custom cover design can run between US $250 and US $2000. As you can see the range is quite large.  More commonly, a custom cover is around US $400 to $800.

2. Define YOUR style to find the RIGHT designer for YOUR project.

Decide what type of design and art you envision to represent your story.  In graphic design there are many types of designers, just as there are many specialties within the medical field.  If you are looking for illustrations, i.e. hand drawings, your best bet would be to find an illustrator with this type of work in their portfolio.  However, if you want to use a photo for your cover, a digital art manipulation artist, such as myself, is what you are looking for.

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 Before and After – Photo Digital Art Manipulation: Anita B. Carroll.

3.  Assess the designer’s quality of work

Finding a designer that has the style you are looking for is half the battle, and equally crucial is assessing the designer’s work prior to hiring them for your project.  Always ask for a sample of their previous work.  Any experienced designer will welcome this request.  When a client contacts me, even if they don’t request to see my portfolio, I will offer it.  It is very important to me that I meet their expectations up front and that my design style is what the author is looking for.   I need to be certain that you are looking for something that I can deliver, or it can end up being a waste of time for both of us.

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Graphic Design by Anita B. Carroll.

4.  Look outside the box

So, you have defined the design style for your cover and have researched several cover artists, but perhaps just can’t seem to find that RIGHT cover designer?  Think outside the box by keeping an open mind.  Don’t judge a designer’s portfolio by how many book covers they have done in the past.  Instead analyze how the designer uses typography within their design work, and their layout capabilities.  This speaks volumes of their skill set as a graphic designer.

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 Graphic Design by Anita B. Carroll.

5. Understand the EFFECT of TYPOGRAPHY

It might be that you hire an illustrator to do a drawing, and are tempted to just add the text yourself.  If you have a good understanding of typography, I say go for it.  However, not everyone does.  Let’s  take a look at the “before and after” of a book cover I was invited to review some months ago. This first image displays the book cover with the author’s own typography.

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The before picture of book cover before I “tweaked” it. -Anita

My initial thought was  that the typography felt weak, and I could not wait to tweak the cover. However, I first needed to be in the mindset of the author.  I had to really understand what he was going for and find out what kind of story this was.  So, I read the first 30-40 pages of the novel.   After reading the pages, not only did I know what type of story it was, but I really understood why he chose to use this specific cover art.

Here is what the cover looks like today, after I implemented my typography:

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Welcome to the FIGHT: Silent Wars
Author: Glen Romero
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In the seven months prior to the tweak, the author had no sales on his novel.  In the six months after I tweaked the cover, he has had 115 sales. How awesome is that!?   It’s pretty amazing how the typography can have such an impact.

 6.  Not ALL designers are ALIKE. Find a designer who is a team player

In the beginning of the design process, which I call the “first date” stage, if you have something specific in mind for your cover design, but the designer seems to resist every suggestion you make, this is a red flag, and should tell you that you might want to look for another designer before you are stuck with a cover you don’t want.  Take your time and do some good research, BEFORE you say, “Yes, let’s do it!”

A GREAT designer understands that successful cover art concepts are best reached when working closely with the author.

The cover design should meet your vision and be a true representation of the novel.  The designer is an instrument in reaching that goal.—Anita B. Carroll, race-point.com

7.  Trust the designer. Keep an open mind. Welcome new ideas. 

It is equally important for the author to welcome new ideas.  Remember, it’s all about teamwork. Sometimes I find, after reading through my client’s wish list, that I might not have a clear understanding of what they are looking for, which is why I always ask to read the first 30-40 pages.  Then, I feel inspired and understand the emotion the author is going for.The story often tells me the direction to take in the design.  It’s quite the balancing act.  If you, as the author, really want a specific object on your cover, it is very important to communicate this to your designer, so they know to focus on that.

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“B R O K E N Heart series” Graphic Design by Anita B. Carroll – anita@race-point.com

8.  Understanding the design process

When the time comes to begin discussing the details of your cover concept, if you have a strong opinion about what you want, offer as much information as possible.  Provide links and information that you think will help explain your vision.  This will really help the designer understand what you are looking for.

My number one goal is always to meet my client’s needs by creating a design they will feel both proud of and excited about to share with the world.—Anita B. Carroll, race-point.com

When working with a designer, from the start, be very up front about what you are looking for.  Avoid changing the original specs once the design process has begun.  If you originally asked for a pink elephant but then later, after the designer has started working, you decide you want it to be a pink house instead, this will only lead to frustration for the designer.  Colors are easy to change.  However, when the art takes a whole new direction, the artist has to start all over.  So be sure to inform the designer if you are unsure whether or not you want a house or an elephant, and see what they can come up with.

9.  Don’t rush the designer

In today’s competitive market, we all want everything yesterday. However, when the time has arrived to design the cover to your book, think about this.You have spent months, maybe even years, to write the story.  Does it make much sense to rush the cover design?  Does it make sense to rush THE item that FIRST interacts with your potential readers?  Does it make sense to rush the item that represents your work?

When it comes to design, it is what’s in the details, that matters. 

To allow a designer to reach his or her full potential and become inspired, it is important to give them creative freedom, and as much time to create your cover as possible. 

Don’t wait until the last-minute.—Anita B. Carroll, race-point.com

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10.  Using stock photography vs original photography work

In the last year, I have noticed an emerging trend where highly digitally manipulated photo covers are becoming a popular choice when choosing the cover art.  It has reached or surpassed the level of popularity of graphic design and illustrations.  It is important to know that stock photos can be mass-produced, and are available to everyone and anyone.  Most stock photography websites have a stipulation when purchasing and using a photo for a book cover.  Some sites allow you to sell up to 250 000 or 499 999 copies before you have to purchase a new license.  This is the same as purchasing the stock photo a second time—just something to keep in mind.

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“P R O M I S E S” Stock Photo.  Cover Design: Anita B. Carroll – anita@race-point.com

With regard to using original photography work, if you are lucky enough to find an artist who is also a photographer, and offers their photography for cover art purposes, you can be assured that the photo will be used for your book only.  The cost of the photo may be a bit higher than a stock photo, but if you want one-of-a-kind cover art, it comes with a price.  You might be able to negotiate a lower price if you allow the artist to use the photo in other areas, just not for a book cover.

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 “P E B B E L E D Heart” (Anita B. Carroll Photography – anita@race-point.com

11.  Recognizing what’s best for the novel

Let’s say your cover artist is deeply submerged in the design process, and the concept you both agreed on has become a reality.  And perhaps, the cover has been completed, finalized, and approved by you.  You are completely satisfied, and have begun to advertise it.  Then, what if, your cover artist emails you, maybe with the subject line “Don’t freak but …”  You are probably thinking, “Oh-oh, what is wrong?”  In this case, the cover designer proposed to change direction of the concept entirely, and go with something new and different.  To support the proposal, the designer had done thorough research, and found that maybe this new concept would not only be a better fit, but also be keeping up with the newer trends we see in cover design these days.

As you can imagine, at this late stage of development, this was not an easy decision for the designer to make.  However, she placed the needs of the novel first.   This true story has a happy ending.  My wonderful author client, (yes, I am the designer in this story) trusted me, and she was open to the idea and willing to give me the opportunity to design the new concept. Although, she didn’t think anything could persuade her to switch the existing cover design.  Today, I am so incredibly glad I took the risk, and proposed we head in a new direction.

After all, it’s all about the story, it should always direct the concept.—Anita B. Carroll, race-point.com

The result?  My author client really liked the new cover design, and stated “it must be the cover… and so it shall.”

The cover that almost didn’t happen:

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 Release date November 2013  “Kelly and the Angel” by Author Kelly Ilebode.
Cover Design: Anita B. Carroll – anita @race-point.com

12.  A designer’s big secret

For an artist, “The moment we all wait for is the revealing of our work.”  For me it is such a personal journey. I always put my heart and soul into the creative process, completely submerging myself into your story.  For days, and weeks I will be thinking about your book, dreaming about your book. It really never leaves my mind.   So, presenting the final work is actually a bit scary.  Not knowing whether the author will love the design or hate it can be quite an emotional process.  I have so much fun creating, and as I have been known to say: THIS. IS. THE. BEST reward I could ask for:

Anita – I have no words for this, but I will try…  When you first told me that you were thinking of changing the cover I froze a bit and thought that there would be nothing that you could have done that could have swayed me from changing….Well, I was wrong….THIS IS STUNNING!!!!  Love it and it must be my new cover.—Kelly Ilebode, Author – kellyilebode.com

… I truly have the best job!

In summary, for me designing is a PASSION. 

For most artists, creating art is not a choice we make. It finds us.  We have a need to create, and as an author, looking for a cover artist, it may comfort you to know that we always try to design to the best of our capabilities.

I love what I do.  Entering the world of story telling has allowed me creative freedom when designing.  I simply can’t imagine doing anything else. – Anita B. Carroll

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Anita B. Carroll is a visual design consultant and founder of Race-Point.com, supporting authors with all their business brand identity design needs, and offering a FRESH take on book cover design.  Anita has over 17 years of experience within the visual design field, starting out managing creative initiatives for Fortune 500 Businesses in Silicon Valley, California.  She is specialized in Heuristic Evaluation, User Interface and Experience Design with focus on online usability testing, a valuable skill when designing book covers for the rapidly growing digital market.  Anita is also an avid reader. Discovering book cover design has provided the opportunity to combine her works in photography and graphic design skills.  In her free time, you might spot her at one of the U. S. Cape beaches, biking the National Sea Shore trails, or photographing the gorgeous coastline and capturing everlasting moments with her beach portrait photography services.