Back in October I blogged about this:
“Since I’m still in twist about this picture on my book thing, I was trying to remember how I used to look at pictures of writers on books when I was young. Did their age or lack of it have any bearing on my choosing to read their writing? I can’t remember.
Then I went to my book shelves and studied the pictures of authors. Stephen King always looks eerie, so that fits. Wallace Stegner looks old and authorly. Robert Penn Warren looks like he just came out of a cave. Carl Sagan looks international which is good even though he probably should look more universal. And I loved Nora Ephron’s picture on the back of her book, I Feel Bad About My Neck. She has pulled up a turtle neck to just below her eyes!! I’m wondering if I can do that? It would certainly save on air-brushing!”
Now I’ve actually found a photographer who will work on making me look unlike Stephen King or Wallace Stegner . . . even Robert Penn Warren. He says that’s easy. But when I pushed a bit and asked if maybe I could have more of an Anglie Jolie smile, he raised the price. I immediately screamed, “Joking!”
By the end of December I will have a photo. I will no longer be twisting in the wind over this part of the journey. I will either be very happy and broke or very unhappy and broke. I’m praying for the former.
Wish me luck.
Oh, and for Nan, I am planning on using make-up. Maybe even a lot of it. I’m pulling all the stops.