Today, I’m finishing an Science Fiction book cover that I agreed to do for an author who got introduced to my work through traditional publishing channels. Today, he’s gone ‘hybrid’, which means he’s ‘indie’, self-publishing some of his own work, sticking with his trad publisher for others. I’m on the final render of one of the elements in the cover, which has an hour to go.
As I wait for the render to complete this final element, I’m putting the fine touches on the ‘space’ part of the image, which has nebulae, a couple of planets, and some dynamic splashes of color and some vectors, suggestive of a battle in space.
Once this final render completes, which has two ships colliding, with debris flying off the point of impact, I’ll layer it in, then superimpose a hazy, faded overlay of the book’s main characters, one a woman, the antagonist, one a man, the protagonist. She’s blonde, blue-eyed, and white; he is brown with a purple tinge to his eyes and his hair. They are both human-looking.
And that brings me to the problem I find with most science fiction. It’s almost always about humans. Why?
Maybe that’s why I’ll probably never release the series that follows A Gathering of Rebels by Aeros. Humans just aren’t interested in reading about aliens. Not really.