I said at one point that I would release the preview of the front cover art for Rift in the Races when I got the proofreader copies in. Well, today I got the proofreader copies, so as a man of my word, here is the front cover (you can see a small and big version in The Galactic Mage art gallery here on the site). I’m still holding the full cover secret for another few days, so you’ll have to wait to see the whole full-cover image—which includes the outcome of Altin’s spell you see starting up right there, plus what he’s shooting at, etc. but there it is. Continue reading Rift in the Races: Front Cover Revealed
Yes, I know, I suck at updating my blog lately. I do. I’ve been a shameful sort of blogger the last month and a half, but I defend myself by pointing out that the only reason anyone ever strolls by my blog is to find out about my books or to be amused by some very low-quality drawings of myself doing something absurd or embarrassing. The latter is down a few paragraphs, and for the former, I can say that the dip in blog production (and book review production) has come upon the rise of book production instead. As evidence, I present the fact that, while my editor, Joyce, has been scouring the pages of Rift in the Races, freeing it from as many typos and grammatical ineptitudes as possible, I have been furiously working on the third book of the series, which will be titled Hostiles. And guess what… it’s almost done, at least the first draft is. Continue reading Dude You Suck at Updating Your Blog
So, because I am the luckiest bastard on the planet when it comes to cover artists extraordinaire (took me three stabs to spell that, oh you cursed squiggly red line you!), I can now officially announce that cover art is underway for Rift in the Races (book 2 of The Galactic Mage series).
I’ve had the concept for the cover pretty well chewed on, thought through, mulled over, sketched out, and any other verb-preposition combos you can think of that speak to that sort of thing for quite some time, so when Cris Ortega contacted me and told me she was ready to fire up book two cover art, I squealed like a little girl and rapidly sent off my sketches.
I suppose I should be more cool than that, be (pretend I am) all laid back. It’s probably better marketing strategy to tell you something different, something like:
Of course I yawned when I got Miss Ortega’s note and then swirled the cognac in my huge crystal snifter while saying something delightfully droll to the two enormous Irish Wolfhounds reclining loyally at the foot of my over-stuffed leather throne chair. Then I laughed, “Hah-hah,” in that throaty way fancy highbrow artists do when sitting before a crackling fire and enjoying the lofty airs of being too cool to get excited about this stuff anymore.
If I were trying to cultivate my authorial coolness factor, I would say that. However, I am not there yet, so I still love this stuff, and I’m still stoked to have an artist of Cris Ortega’s caliber working on my book cover again!