I’m imagining the profile of a woman, her hair billowing out behind her with the title, Unbeweavable in her hair. Or a woman lying down, her hair fanned above her head with the title in it. Obviously, I want hair somewhere on the cover.

But ultimately, it’s the publisher’s decision on how the book cover will be designed. I have no say whatsoever. This is a hard pill to swallow for someone like me–a controlling, demanding diva. (I threw in the diva part for good measure.) Knowing that I have to accept my book cover the way it is–hair or no hair– is hard. I want to be able to add my two cents.

When I calm down and really examine the situation, I know I’m in good hands. My publisher knows exactly what they are doing–they’ve designed hundreds of book covers–so really there is nothing to worry about. At least that’s what I try to tell myself when my heart starts beating fast and my palms begin to sweat.