I might mention first that I hate having my picture taken. Hate, hate, hate.
When I was asked for a picture for my book cover, I wanted to find an old picture–from when I was about five. Instead I decided to cowgirl up and take some friends out into the woods with me to see what we could come up with. I hoped for something funny, or if not that, freakishly Southern.
Unfortunately, I hated all of the pictures because I always hate all pictures of me. However, I did force myself to pick out these three as possibilities. You can vote if you like.
This is me sitting in front of the family vacation home. I’m sorry for you if you don’t have anything this nice. I almost didn’t put this on here because I didn’t want anyone to know how rich we are.
This is me taking a picture of my friend David taking a picture of me. Once again I’m in front of the family vacation home. There’s no rule that says the face has to be visible in a book photo, is there?
This one I posted yesterday. It’s me sitting in front of the gate that blocks the road to the family vacation home. I suspect the gate was erected specifically to keep me out. There’s nice stuff down there…a Yahtzee game, some canned beans, a couple a tiki torches. I don’t think my brothers wanted me getting into any of that.
Plus, there are some tiny pine trees growing inside the bbq grill. If I’d had a cookout, I could have ruined everything.