I suppose it's perfect timing to talk about book covers, in light of Amanda Palmer releasing the naked cover of her book, The Art of Asking, or, rather, her being naked on said cover, and in light of me saying, hey, it's high time I should be naked on a cover too, and her saying, that is a fine idea, and her photographer Allan Amato saying, would you like my rates, cause I'm looking to photograph more naked ladies for book covers, and me saying, well, I gotta write a book on which I could pose naked, and Twitter saying, why don't you write a book on writing and call it something like, EXPOSE YOURSELF THROUGH YOUR WRITING, and me saying, sure, I can totally do it, people have been asking me to put together a book from my blog posts, and, holy shit, this is the longest sentence I ever wrote.

Anyway.

Book covers. We're talking here about us struggling indie writers, well, maybe not struggling exactly, bad choice of words, more like, having to be not only a writer but also the toilet cleaner and the accountant and the marketer and the book cover designer...wait. Book cover designer. Well, some of us can afford to hire those. But, despite the fact that some of us can, the result is not always, how to say it nicely, very favorable. If I'm not being nice, I would say (and I'm prepared to take full consequences and feel the hotness of your wrath on my skin), most indie book covers are ugly and unreadable.