I think I’ve posted a variation of this before, but this is the latest. What do you think? Too abstract? Too dark? Should I hire the project out? The book blurb is below to give some context.
I found this great artist on unsplash and have contacted him for the rights to the picture and possible future pictures for novels. His work is absolutely amazing!
Jacob’s Pass blurb
It is the turn of the twentieth century, and Joseph Tooley is a scorned man. Ten years ago, Joseph’s father Jacob went missing in the hills now known as Jacob’s Pass, and in those ten years Joseph has descended into a pit of whiskey-fueled isolation. He’s never given up hope on finding his father, and spends his days avoiding the townspeople of the neighboring Hapsburg.
But one day, a mysterious note appears on his door: If you want to find your father, stop looking and open your eyes.
When a stranger arrives on his property the following day, he lets slip something he shouldn’t have known and, in the heat of the moment, Joseph kills the man and buries him on his property. But when he goes into town to get answers, the carefully constructed reality that is Joseph’s life begins to unravel…
What is real? What is a dream? Who is the stranger controlling the puppet strings? In this gripping debut thriller, nobody is who they seem.
So, any thoughts on this mockup cover? Too flat? Too dark? Too ambiguous? I’m no artist, so be honest, should I hire out the project and get it done professionally? What’s been your experience working with cover artists?
Neil followed down and through the corridors of Allister Psychiatric Hospital past the moans and screams coming from the other side of the thick metal doors that lined the dark beige colored walls.
As they passed a man kneeling and working on a control panel, Neil said, “Why are there high voltage signs posted everywhere?”
“To keep them in their rooms, of course. Where did you say you were coming from?” The nurse quipped curiously.
“It’s funny you mention that. I can’t se…”
“Hello, Dr. Nethers.” Dr. Sudekus thrust his hand out.
“Hello, Doctor,” Neil returned.
As Neil went to shake hands, he caught a glimpse of a figure crossing the doorway behind Dr. Sudekus. The shadow seemed to move with purpose and determination. Even though it appeared to walk, it practically floated and blurred into the surrounding background.
“Let’s get started right away, doctor,” Dr. Sudekus turned and headed toward the nearest steel door. “We keep the illest patients closest to our offices in case we need to act,” he said, pushing the key-like object into the small opening on the door. “Prepare yourself, Dr. Nethers. This woman has been here since the beginning. She has grown powerful over the many years.”
Flipping a switch on the wall, Neil heard the hum of electricity begin to subside. Dr. Sudekus opened the door and motioned Neil to enter behind himself.
“This is Natalie. Try not to look directly into her eyes for too long. She has, uh, she has abilities—let’s say—beyond the others.”
Neil stood before a woman strapped to an upright table by bounds the glowed blue with energy. The woman he looked at couldn’t have been more than thirty years old from what he could tell. A metal mask covered most of her face with just slits for eyes, a nose bar, and a solid cover for her mouth, “I thought you said she’d been here the longest? She’s fairly young, isn’t she?”
“Natalie’s been here eighty years,” Dr. Sudekus replied, moving closer to her. “Hello, dear. This is Dr. Nethers, he just joined us,” with that, she let loose a scream from beneath the mask that nearly knocked them both over as they ran from her room. Slamming the door, flipping the switch, and inserting the key-like device again, “She gets like this sometimes.”
As Neil was about to respond, another shaded figure emerged from the locked door and passed in between him and Dr. Sudekus. “What the hell is that?” He nearly yelled
“Oh, you don’t remember yet, do you?”
“Well, our electrified cells keep the souls in, but the living can go where they want. Dr. Sudekus placed his hand on Neil’s shoulder, “and this isn’t hell. Think of it more like weigh station, and we’re sort of like handlers, zookeepers if you will.”
“But that means that I’m, that you’re…”
“Dead, Neil. We are all dead. Welcome to Allister Psychiatric Hospital. Asylum for the deceased and insane.”
Horsemaning, or fake beheading, takes its name from the Headless Horseman, a character from “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” Sometimes spelled horsemanning, horsemaning was reportedly a popular way to pose in a photograph in the 1920’s.
According to the interwebs, the “first” horsemaning photo on the left was discovered at a flea market. After its discovery, a few horsemaning photos began circulating on sites such as RandomlyHeard and others soon joined the creative movement. Horsemaning is experiencing currently a revival basically the next form of planking, owling and/or cone-ing. Check out our gallery which even includes some famous celebrities horsemaning!
Holy F#&$! Crap! What a month. Congratulations to all of you amazing writers! You did it. With life, kids, significant others, jobs, and the occasional hair pulling, you accomplished what most people will never do in a lifetime. Break out your liquor of choice (chocolate a plus).
I finished with 50,487 words! I’m taking day 30 off to do some Xmas shopping. I know I suck.😀 If you’re so close to finishing, then screw everything else and write. We all love you!