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How do I become a book cover designer?

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Slightly longer answer: I’m probably not the best person to ask for career advice, but I did do a Q&A about my job a few years ago that you may find helpful.
» Part One: How I Got Into It.
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January 20, 2008–November 21, 2025 Two months ago January 20, 2008–November 21, 2025 Two months ago, I had to say goodbye to Fritz. It has taken me two months to be able to write that single sentence. Fritz was born on a horse farm in upstate New York in 2008, and spent the next seventeen years, ten months, and one day by my side. By daytime, he watched over the house and lazed in the sun. At night, he snuggled up close to me under the covers. When I was sad, he put his paw on my hand. When I was happy, he licked my nostrils. He loved any kind of food. He hated golden retrievers. He loved his brother, Bruno. He hated being approached by strangers. He loved warm laundry. He hated being cold. He loved his dragon, Gwyneth. He could see into alternate dimensions. His breath was terrible. His karaoke song was “Happy Birthday.” He loved bathrooms. He hated disorder. He loved squeaky toys. He loved me. He was the best dog in the whole world, and I love him so, so much. Doodle, Fritzy, Fritzy Doodle, Fritzy Doodle Dandy, Doodlebug, Buggy, Peanut, Peanut Butter, Peanut Brittle, Spookytooth, Little Guy, Mister Fritz, Baby Dog, Pooch, Buddy, Fritzer, Ramp Champ, Bat Mite. Fritz. I miss my dog. We met when I was thirty-two, and said goodbye when I was fifty. The deep sadness that I feel is balanced by the knowledge that Fritz had an absolutely amazing life, full of adventures both big and small. He was allowed to be a chihuahua, and was celebrated for his peculiarities and desire for both independence and attention (in very specific amounts, of course). As he aged and mellowed and his needs changed, I adapted my life to revolve around his in new ways, wanting nothing more than to ensure he would not experience fear, pain, or loneliness. Fritz died in my arms, his favorite place in the world, knowing nothing other than comfort and safety. Fritz gave me an immeasurable amount of profound joy, love, comfort, and true companionship over the course of seventeen years, ten months, and one day. He gave my life meaning, and I will carry with me forever the lessons I learned from him as he navigated life as a tiny guy in a big world. Caring for him was an honor. Happy birthday, Fritz. I love you.
It’s not Halloween until Señor Perro Caliente repo It’s not Halloween until Señor Perro Caliente reports for duty! 🌭🦇🎃 At nearly 18, Fritz has mastered the walk, the attitude, the full essence of the hot dog. Perfection!!
Remembering my wonderful grandmother, Ruth, on her Remembering my wonderful grandmother, Ruth, on her 119th birthday. 💝 Here we are in 1981 (with two of my sisters and my cousin), celebrating her 75th birthday…and my 6th birthday. It has always felt so special to share a birthday with my grandmother—I loved it as a child, and it is an honor today. Her name is my middle name, and her day is my day. May I carry an ounce of her boldness within me. 🎂
It’s the last day of my 40s. ➡️ That was the first It’s the last day of my 40s. ➡️ That was the first day of my 40s. Helluva decade. I’m ready for you, 50s! 💥
The coolest, the funniest, the most stylish. 💔 Wha The coolest, the funniest, the most stylish. 💔 What a shocking loss. Diane Keaton was the star of my two most favorite movies of all time, and she’s the first woman (other than my mother) that I can remember wishing I could be a little more like. The first woman who became a comedic hero to me. She had an amazing ability to pull off the kind of natural humor and elegance you want your best friend to have. I’ve always felt like Diane was exactly who she wanted to be, and I hope that’s the case. I’ll miss her.
Happy International Dog Day to my 17.5-year-old ba Happy International Dog Day to my 17.5-year-old baby (that’s 122.5 in dog years!), FRITZ. 💝 And of course to dear, sweet Bruno, gone but remembered and loved every single day. Dogs really are the best.
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