I had planned to blog about my cover for The Pull of Gravity today, because after a first-cover misstep (ugh, don't ask, it was horrible), I got an email on Thursday containing the cover of my dreams.
The Cover Gods Had Interceded.
My kids and my mother went crazy. ;)
Ok, fine, my agent and I went crazy too.
I imagined coming here today to tell you how cool, hip, whimsical, smart, funny, graphic, and iconic it is and how I can't imagine a teen or grown-up alike walking by it without wanting to pick it up. I imagined how fun that post would be to write. Did I mention I was giddy?
But What the Cover Gods Give, the Cover Gods Taketh Away
(also known as: and then came yesterday...)
That's a long story made short, but suffice it to say, yesterday morning I got an email from my editor saying not to get too excited, that, while the creative dept. agrees and loves the second (new, shiny, fabulous) cover, sales & marketing is set on the first (don't get me started) cover.
Giddiness gone, misery ensued. Er. ensues.
After the email, I went through the well-known stages of grief:
Posting My Misery on Facebook,
Ok, I may have stopped short of Acceptance. We'll see how today goes.
In the meantime, I'm praying. You know, in my I-don't-really-believe-in-praying sort of way. I'm praying that people will come to their senses. The cover gods were there for me once. Maybe they'll be there for me again.
After all, it took me ten years+ to get to this point, they wouldn't desert me now. If they do, I'll be sure there is no (cover) god.