I was going to write a blog post today about my non-linear thinking processes, but then I had this great idea to talk about something else instead.<\/p>\n
I need a picture of myself to go on the back cover of my book of poems. I could just go stand by a cinder block wall somewhere at work and ask the next person who walks by to for a quick snap, I suppose, but that would be way too simple. I’m not going to do it if I can’t complicate it up.<\/p>\n
It has to be quirky. It has to be weird. It just can’t go so far in that direction that my family disowns me. This is pretty much my parameter.<\/p>\n
I wanted a picture of me sitting on the porch of the house I grew up in reading Eudora Welty’s One Writer’s Beginnings<\/em>. This would be fantastically weird considering the house I grew up in looks like a haunted house now.<\/p>\n My next candidate is me sitting in a lawn chair in front of this really run-down store called Gerald’s Salvage.<\/p>\n Then there is the Sharon exit sign off the interstate. That could be cool, but it lacks any real creepiness.<\/p>\n Real creepiness would be standing under the sign in Laurel that says Hellfighters Love Jesus. I believe I would also have to stand in front of a Church’s Chicken to get that shot.<\/p>\n These are just a few of my ideas. There are plenty more where they came from. Unfortunately, I only have a few days to come up with just the thing.<\/p>\n But a great idea is a terrible thing to waste. I think this will be my new stress relief project, my new blog project, and my new photog project all in one. I can wander around Mississippi with the book One Writer’s Beginnings<\/em> and take pictures of myself reading it in front of every creepy little small-town scene I can find.<\/p>\n There will have to be a few fruit stands involved. Cemeteries, of course.<\/p>\n Potluck dinners.<\/p>\n A trailer park or three.<\/p>\n A house with some leaning porch steps.<\/p>\n A beauty shop.<\/p>\n I’d sort of like to go sit next to the Faulkner statue on the square in Oxford to read Eudora too.<\/p>\n There’s no real limit, and if I ever scratch up a second book of poems the cover photo will not be a problem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was going to write a blog post today about<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[51],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-842","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/842","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=842"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/842\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=842"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=842"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=842"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}