Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
I completely forgot that I had submitted the cover of Town Father to a popular website on all-things self-publishing, featuring an arbiter of cover design excellence who is apparently making a living as such. This was back in March. Well, I recently stumbled upon the comments said arbiter of design made about each submission that month.
I introduced the cover like this:
“My designer, Max Scratchmann of Edinburgh, Scotland, did a remarkable job here in making the cover look like an old, well-worn vintage book. Paper folds are visible, along with a taped-over tear in the dust jacket.”
Said arbiter of design excellence:
“Yes, that’s all lovely, but the cover lacks the kind of impact it would need to sell in today’s world.”
You should see the cover that won the contest that month. Oy. And the covers that do have “the kind of impact needed to sell in today’s world”?
Three words: NMT.
(Naked male torsos.)
Sorry. I love the cover of Town Father, and I stand by it and by Max Scratchmann, my main Scratchmann.