At nearly 48, I have made it. I can die happy.
I may never have another book deal. I may never have fortune and fame.
But, apparently, now, I am a poster*:
It's true. As promo for the Rochester Teen Book Festival (May 19), you can order my author poster and hang 46** year old me on your wall (*more coughing*) like some fading Charlie's Book Nerd Angel.
Thanks to my pal, Rick Kopstein, a fantastic photographer whose work you can see there on that link or HERE on his Photo of the Day website, it's not a bad representation:
|Me, in my best light, if you will.|
As much as this whole poster-me thing brings me endless amusement, like everything else lately, it's also a mixed bag. It brings up issues for me. Indeed, there something sad and poignant and ironic (?) about it, weighed against my lamentations here of late about loss of youth and physical appearance.
I mean, here's the the new fear brewing: that I will sorely disappoint in person.
And don't start typing comments to make me feel better.
I'm almost 48. It is what it is.
Still, I can hear them now, the slack-jawed rumblings from the twitter and facebook crowd, and others who know me from my author photos, as I walk to the dais and sit down:
Blogger A: "Is that her?"
Blogger B: "Man, that must have been years ago ..."
Blogger C: "Years and years and years..."
Nope. *sigh* Just two. Hey, look, I'm teetering on the brink of 50 here. Besides, it's nothing a little photoshop can't hide.
Anyway, here's the deal. I've decided I'm coming to the festival armed, just in case, with a few 8 X 10's of me now:
|Me, this minute, standing at my computer|
Plunk me in a pool in the bright sunlight with a good photographer, and I look exactly the same.
Okay, maybe not.
What? There are a few more creases and lines. And, yes, the bags...
*poster is really only an 8 x 10 I think...
**author photos taken 5.8.10