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Book Cover Designs

I was grappling with ideas for my next blog post when I received an email from a first-time reader. His question, “Where do you get your book cover designs? LOVE them!” That got me to thinking.

Brainwash

After I completed the rough draft of Brainwash and polished the book several times, I sent the manuscript to my editor. In the course of conversation, I asked her if she knew a good book cover designer. Without hesitation she replied, “Fiona of Fiona Raven Book Design.” 

Those ghoulish zombie-looking characters on the cover were her idea, and I’ve had a lot of compliments on the design. She also suggested splitting the book’s title, Brainwash, into two words to make the title larger, more “grabby.” 

Gadgets

As for Gadgets, the cover images were a no-brainer: hot air balloons. All I had to do was pull from my collection of photographs—the 800+ shots I had snapped during my attendance at two Albuquerque Hot Air Balloon Fiestas. 

In fact, while photographing the events, I found myself contemplating the gruesome thought of shooting a hot air balloon out of the sky, not with a conventional projectile, but with something more technologically advanced. With my background in medical lasers while working for an ophthalmic corporation, I thought, “Laser? Hmm. Why not?”

Genocide

In keeping with the morbid plot line, a morgue scene with dead bodies piling up seemed fitting for the cover.  As for the book’s colors, I drew upon the premise for Genocide: Sean Ireland, the first gay presidential candidate in US history, is guaranteed the election—until he’s found dead at the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco.

Throughout history, the color purple,  has had special significance. By the mid-20th century, it and its vibrant cousin lavender had become synonymous with the LGBTQ+ community. To complement my purple/lavender choice, I went with a vivid lime green. In retrospect, a darker green would’ve been more complimentary and striking.

During a visit to Vancouver, BC, I had the chance to meet Fiona. I spent a delightful day touring Granville Island and after lunch met with her. She was putting the finishing touches to my cover for Genocide. Not long thereafter, Fiona retired and sold her business. That’s when I hired Alan and Ian of the Book Designers (https://bookdesigners.com/) to do the paperback and Kindle versions of Genocide, as well as the audiobook for Brainwash. 

CLON-X

Again, the book’s plot guided my choice for the cover. Out for a run in Keller, Texas, former FBI Special Agent Darcy McClain and her giant schnauzer Bullet find a canvas sack submerged in a creek. Inside are the pulverized remains of renowned geneticist Dr. Catherine (Cate) Lord, who has been receiving death threats for her alleged research on human cloning.

Pulverized remains. Red of course for the background. As for the central emblem on the cover, I chose a DNA strand for human cloning. The text for the title and author name was an easy decision—another one of my favorite colors: turquoise.  

Blue Angel

While writing Blue Angel, my mind wandered to what the cover would look like. My imagination played upon the dark, life-altering secrets that would challenge Darcy throughout the plot. That’s when I envisioned a black background for the cover. As for the blue angel, would the person be good or bad? Regardless, I chose blue for the title and author color. As for the book cover image? Hold that thought. You’ll know soon! 

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Reminiscing, Sharing

Lighthouse Trail at Palo Duro Canyon

As 2025 comes to a close, I’m sitting at my computer and reminiscing about the year. My mind wanders from one memory to another, settles on a collage of thoughts, and quickly jumps from Vicki Wilmarth’s blog to Nancy L. Whitlock’s website. The common thread between the two is Texas and New Mexico. 

Vicki 

I stumbled upon Vicki’s blog while doing research for my post on Palo Duro Canyon. There was a certain magic with my first visit to the state park, and I wanted to dive deeper into the subject as well as explore the wildlife in the area. There wasn’t much time to do so during our two-day, overnight stop. That’s when I came across Vicki’s website and immediately subscribed. I’ve been a fan for three years and her blog posts never disappoint. I’m hooked. https://www.texaspanhandlebirdnerd.com

Nancy

I first met Nancy in Taos, NM, many years ago. She later moved to Alpine, TX, and continued her career as an artist. Not only do I admire her art, but I love what inspires her to paint: Big Bend National Park, the Rio Grande River, and the flora and fauna of the region. I’m sure you’ll be as captivated as I am. While you’re on her website, https://nancywhitlockart.com/don’t miss her great video—Chihuahuan Desert Walks.

Talking Animals Books

From blog posts, my thoughts skipped to a recent lunch engagement in Historic Downtown Grapevine. The Original Texas Bowl of Red was, as always, delicious at Tolbert’s Restaurant and Chili Parlor. After lunch we made the short jaunt from Tolbert’s to Talking Animals Books, a small community bookstore co-owned by Valerie Walizadeh and Katy Lemieux, and the first and only independent bookstore in Grapevine. And there’s great news. They now have two locations: 103 W. Worth Street and 909 S. Main Street. If you’re visiting the DFW Metroplex, do check them out. If not in person, then take a virtual tour. https://www.talkinganimalsbooks.com/

Not only do I love bookstores, but Talking Animals Books has a Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker connection. The bookstore’s Worth Street location is in the back of the building that, from 1918 until 1933, housed the Grapevine Home Bank. Although the notorious couple did not personally rob the Grapevine Home Bank in 1932, two members of their gang did. To read more about the famous duo click on this link to one of my earlier blog posts. https://patkrapf.com/?s=bonnie+and+clyde

Christmas Capital of Texas

On a final note, what better time to visit Grapevine, The Christmas Capital of Texas, than December? You can’t visit? Then follow this link and enjoy.  https://dallas.culturemap.com/news/entertainment/grapevine-christmas-events/

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The Goat Whisperer

Photo taken by the owner.

The title is tongue in cheek, because by no means do I consider myself a goat whisperer anymore than I consider myself Cesar Millan, the dog whisperer. The closest I’ve ever come to owning a goat was through my youngest brother, who raised one as a pet. The goat used to stand upright on his hind legs and box with my brother. I have a healthy respect for wild animals and quite a few domestic ones as well, especially if they’re not my own. 

In late August, in the muggy Texas heat, a neighbor spotted a goat roaming our neighborhood. The hardy, domesticated creature was healthy and appeared to be well-fed, and some speculated, pregnant. She was white and brown and had backward curved horns. 

Through word of mouth the news soon spread that someone had been cruising our neighborhood inquiring about a goat, and the owner had also posted on Nextdoor to be on the outlook for the renegade ruminant. I checked Nextdoor to get an idea of where the goat had been spotted and learned there had been several sightings near our home. 

The following morning I saw the goat, and as the owner had stated, she was indeed a runner for she took off at breakneck speed as soon as she caught sight of our dog. Thankfully, a tall fence separated the two. 

The next day, I spotted her again. This time she held her ground when she saw me, but the minute I started to dial the owner, she disappeared down the road and into some brush. 

The sightings continued but no one could sequester her until days later when a contractor working at our house texted us. “Hey, when did you start raising goats?”

His question spurred us into action. It was easy to confirm our contractor’s report. She was planted in front of his truck staring at it as though a strange animal was blocking her path. 

I immediately closed our gates, trapping her on the property, and called the owner. He showed up within minutes, hauling an animal trailer. And he brought reinforcements: a herding dog and a sturdy, plastic lasso. This I had to see. 

True to form, the frisky goat bolted but soon discovered she couldn’t escape the yard. However, that didn’t deter her. She evaded the owner at every chance until three of his friends pulled up at our house. 

Between the herding dog, the owner, and his three helpers, the goat was finally corralled in a corner of the yard and lassoed. Surprisingly, she didn’t fight the noose, but walked willingly, although at a snail’s pace, to the parked animal trailer. Once she was safely onboard, the owner and his friends thanked us profusely for “rescuing” the feisty ruminant, and she was soon on her way home.

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