You can’t judge a book by its cover, but a bad cover is a damning indictment of the publisher — or lack thereof.
Proof of that assumption is in this well-written story of frustration and self-loathing publishing from my friend Stephen Metcalfe.
You can’t judge a book by its cover, but a bad cover is a damning indictment of the publisher — or lack thereof.
Proof of that assumption is in this well-written story of frustration and self-loathing publishing from my friend Stephen Metcalfe.
