Marcus Has A New Face
Whoever said, “You’re only as good as your face” was a weasel dufus swinging his head against the loose barn door. Splurge for new hinges, dufus! And don’t skimp on the screws this time, neither!
A book’s cover is its face. It is the thing that will make or break whether a reader decides to spend their valuable time and money on the story. The cover is, of course, not the only aspect of the overall body of the work. Nor should it require more scrutiny than your best crafted lines within. Then again… maybe it should.
I Am Marcus Fox was published May 7, 2019 with a cover that was original, avant-garde, artistic, cerebral. You'd think those would be good qualities, right? Well, I did. As it turns out, I fell into the same trap the majority of debut indie authors do. I wanted to swim against the tide, rage against the machine, channel the rebel without a cause... or in this case, the rebel without a clue.
Marcus' new cover, designed by Megan Dorazio, screams, "Hey! Check out this action adventure thriller! Come and read Marcus’ electrifying tale!" It's also much shinier, like a gold coin in a fountain, don't you think?
Wakacha! Here it comes…
The first edition cover will always hold a special place in my heart, but this new cover's got more promise, more story to tell.
If you snagged yourself a copy of that first edition while it was available, bonny for you, friend! I’m not saying it will be worth anything in 100 years, but first editions are cool… in my book anyway!
Ahhh. Stop it. Just stop.
R.I.P., first edition cover, you trippy cosmic wonder. We hardly new ye.
Et tu, Blurbus?
These past five weeks or so, I've been busy learning everything I've done wrong in setting up my web presences (plural cuz I’m everywhere and nowhere). One of those many missteps I've been guilty of is not giving my Amazon blurb the care and respect it deserved. In truth, for awhile there, it was a godawful mess. After having workshopped and rewritten Marcus' blurby blurb too many times to count, here is where I've landed. And no, I won't be sharing the original.
When I was six, my Momma tossed me out of a low-flying plane.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't deserve it.
Wrenched from dust-choked, Texas ghost towns and discarded in a lush Zambian forest, Marcus Fox became a welcome member of the fearless tribe that saved him. With the help and guidance of his new people, he learned how to fight for survival, hunt for his supper, and repress the scars of his abandonment. As he grew to premature manhood, familial betrayal came calling once more, leaving him broken and alone, yet again.
With the past never behind him, he'll venture down a twisty, bone-scattered road in search of the infernal woman who started him on his tortured path. Perhaps she has some passable answer to his one pressing question:
Who is Marcus Fox?
Short, sweet, and to the point. Verbosity kills the literature star! I like this blurb just fine. It pleases me. What's more, I really have no blurbsome energy remaining to drive myself crazy over it anymore.
So yeehaw and on with the show!