Shadow Of The Witte Wieven by Debbie Peterson

If they didn't like it, they wouldn't use it. These people want your book to be just as successful as you do yourself. Finally, the cover has to go through its own approval process from a committee that knows and understands the industry. These professional graphic artists make every effort to ensure the cover will stand out in all formats and sizes. Once they select the photographs, they have to place them in consideration of the title and the name of the author. (I’m sure you've seen more than one cover that used the same photographs). Stock photos are all the cover artist has to work with. They don’t exist in stock photos, nor do the homes they live in. Throughout the process of writing, my hero and heroine came to life inside my head and my head only. Most of the time, (for me anyway), the cover is not even close to what I envisioned…īut then how could it? After all, I created all of the elements in my book. Once they have this sheet in hand, they have cover artists that spend several hours creating your cover. On this sheet, we provide a description of our main characters, mood, place, setting, and genre among other things. Most publishing companies, and Wild Rose Press is no exception, do not allow their authors to have any involvement whatsoever with the cover selection, save the information we give them on the cover request sheet. A contract is only the beginning.īut for now, let’s just skip to the cover. I didn't know then, how much more there was to learn. Finally, at long last, I had my first contract. She patiently worked with me for several months, because, she said, there were parts of my book she really, really liked. My lovely editor, Sarah Hansen, took some of her precious time and taught me to write a much better book-much better. I sent a copy of the “Spirit of the Rebellion” to “The Wild Rose Press.” I love this publishing company (and that’s another blog entirely). Nonetheless, because of the few positive, personal rejection letters and with a bit of a push from a very supportive family, I persevered.Īnd then heaven smiled. I suppose I could paper an entire wall with all the short, terse, form letters. The rejections came en mass no real surprise there.

I molded them, shaped them, tweaked them, and even sang them lullabies (okay, I didn't really sing-my voice is horrible) before I sent them out into the cruel, cruel world, as I deemed them suitable for consideration. keyboard) and began writing the stories that had languished inside my mind for years.

One fine day, almost four years ago, (and that’s another blog entirely) I finally picked up my pen (a.k.a. But first, a bit of background if you’ll indulge the whim.

Shadow Of The Witte Wieven by Debbie Peterson