The Hands Have It!
Okay. Here's the deal. I am presentable -- not gorgeous, even in my youth -- but presentable. Even so, I don't photograph particularly well. As I get older, it gets to be even more problematic. I'm rounder and my chops are similar to Charlie MacArthy's. No bells ringing? Clearly, you're too young -- and I'm very jealous.
The thing is that none of this would even matter, if I didn't have to provide a photograph to my publishers for promotional purposes. But, unfortunately, I do.
Once upon a time I had my photos taken professionally, and I was not disappointed with the results. The fellow earned his fee. But that was ten years ago, and the pictures no longer really portray who I am today. But I'm resisting going professional again, so I'm letting anybody and his uncle snap my photo.
But you can only work with what you've got, and I'm not blown away by the results. It's not the photographers' fault. It's me. I'm not America's Next Top Model.
I may not be facially photogenic, but there's part of me that is. The hands have it. Do you think my readers will recognize me? 