I've worn many hats as I've published stuff over the years. There's my author hat because I've written a whole ton of short stories and seven novels. And my editor hat because I've edited a whole bunch of anthologies plus 14 issues of Science Fiction Trails magazine. I've also been publisher of some of these things, particularly Science Fiction Trails. But most people don't know that 've also worn an art director hat. I've bought a lot of the cover art in all these things I've been publisher for.
Well, Science fiction Trails Publishing has been putting together a new anthology called Tales From Dry Gulch. The thing went together quite well, so when I was wearing my editor hat I was happy. But, put on the art director hat and just sigh. Over the years, I've had so much trouble with artists. This project was no exception. The first artist delivered a caver. For the first time ever, I was forced to reject the cover. It looked like the artist really phoned it in. There two men on a porch. It looked like clip art that had been slapped down in a couple of minutes. And they appeared to be looking at a shower curtain on the porch. That was it. Plus the buildings were all purple for some inexplicable reason. I gather the shower curtain was some sort of ghost. Well, two guys standing on a porch next to some ghost, in itself was pathetic. I showed it to three other people. They all thought it was a shower curtain on a porch.
The next artist, like all my art assignments, agreed to the deadline. Well, the deadline came and went with no cover. Alas, not being in a forgiving mood, I informed the artist he need no bother and hired a third artist. That artist delivered what I wanted in two days.
Sure, writers are a pain to work with. But I'll take writers any day over artists. Nothing causes me more grief than working with artists in publishing land.