I had a weird dream about third-rate hotel rooms and finding a pigeon with a broken leg in the woods. Pigeons don't live in the woods. I have no idea what my subconscious is trying to tell me.
On a less confusing note, I've designed another cover for Harper Fox.
Rather purrdy, even if I say so myself. Harper likes it too, and that's what matters. I used the gorgeousness of that frosty glass surface as the starting point of the design.
I probably shouldn't admit it, but half the time at the beginning of a project—design and writing alike—I have a wild moment of panic, when I'm convinced I can't do it. But then it all works out. Usually.