Thou Shalt Not
Don’t do your own cover art, the omniscient They say. Well, I thought I new what those inhabitants of the Q Continuum meant: let the artistic pros do their work to design and produce your cover. Easy! Just give them some details about your book, maybe even a chapter, then sit back and wait for their visual arts and Photoshop skills to do the rest. They went to school for this, they do this as their J-O-B, and people P-A-Y them to do this.
One Does Not Simply FIND a Cover Artist
Armed with this idea, I headed out on my quest to find a cover artist, with all the gusto of Frodo leaving the Shire to drop the One Ring in Mt Doom. My fuzzy feet took me across the Interwebs in search of a capable but affordable artist. After elevensies and second breakfast, though, I started to lose enthusiasm. See, all I found were people who knew how to stick text layers on top of images in PS.
The brain of a goldenrod soldier beetle, that is.
Scientists are studying the effects of the fungus Eryniopsis lampyridarum on soldier beetles. When it infects the insects, they make a bee line for flowers, their usual food. It then prompts them to lock onto the plants with their mandibles. As the fungus multiplies, the beetle dies. After the beetle’s been a corpse for 15 to 22 hours, its wings pop open. Other beetles find this sexy and so take the moment to mate with the dead bug. Necrophilia, anyone? This spreads the fungus.