Author Photos

I’ve been digging myself out from beneath a massive pile of work lately, so it’s not surprising that I’ve, well, forgotten to do one or two things that a person should never forget to do. Thankfully these things I speak of are in no way related to personal hygiene, or the paying of bills, but they are, nonetheless, problematic.

Let’s say, hypothetically, that I forgot to get an author photo taken. And, hypothetically, I realized this with, oh, 12 hours until I needed to hand in said author photo to my editor.

Yeah, I forgot about my own author photo, the one that goes on the back of the book, the one that’s really supposed to be a picture of Violet Haberdasher, since we all know that she’s the “real” author of Knightley, but Violet has been kind enough to let me pretend to be her–at least when it comes to appearing on the back of the book.

My housemates and I were on our way to the park (for reference, we wound up coming home with the Free Chairs of Awesome from my previous post), and I accosted one of them on the stairs.

“Ellie, help!” I whined. “I need an author photo. Would you just point this camera at me and take like ten pictures of my face? I can’t find my remote or I’d do it myself.”

She agreed, so I changed into a ruffly blouse, stood on the stairwell, and let my housemate take a bunch of photos of my face while everyone else waited in the doorway, rolling their eyes and being all, “Robyn, is this really time for a photo shoot?”

Now, you’d think that the photos would have come out horribly, but I had a stroke of luck: the awesome gods decided to intervene, and voila, here it is, my shiny shiny new author photo:

Squee! I love it!