A week or two back we had a discussion about author photos. I voiced my scepticism about any photo of mine selling a book here, and in reply to some comments, gave my opinion about airbrushing Glenda into cinderella-land here, and finally decided I would give you the real article, see here.
And here now is me as I am, this last weekend. In the forest. No make-up. Hair that hasn’t seen a hairdresser in a couple of months. In the clothes I more normally wear (the t-shirt is at least 3 years old) and doing the kind of idiotic thing I like to do, in this case, mucking around with a (live) stick insect my husband wanted to photograph. Click on it to make it a decent size. If you are very, very brave.
You asked for it. At least, some of you did. The others wanted to send me off to the nearest professional photographer to whip twenty years off my age and sixteen layers of wrinkled skin off my face, to make me look like something that wouldn’t scare infants in broad daylight, let alone a dark night.
So, would you buy a book from this person? I want to hear from you!!