So, I’m dreading the obligatory author photo, but I have now accepted the fact that I need one. If anything, I need to show people I am the one who wrote this awesome-sauce piece of literary genius. (That’s hyperbole. See how awesome a writer I am?)
You’re probably wondering why I’m dreading this. Maybe you’re envisioning a hunchbacked, hairy ogre with very small feminine hands. Maybe now, you’re envisioning Trump. But no, I am not nearly that awful looking. And it’s really not about how I look. I look fine. “Normal” even (if you can really apply that word to something as diverse as looks). But I had my reasons for not wanting to do this, and I think they’re valid. Maybe.
But as I do more research on today’s reader, especially in this digitally-driven market, they want to connect with writers online. That interconnectedness with the author means a closer relationship to the book. In short, if I like the books and I can connect with the writer, I can get more info about the book which makes me like the book more because I feel like I have some insight.
Also, I write in a genre (Women’s Fiction/Chick lit) in which I don’t see a lot of people who look like me. I don’t know if it’s because there aren’t a lot of people who look like me, or because it’s a fairly new genre (compared to others), or just because we’re all introverts. But having my face out there may inspire some writer that looks like me to get her own book out there. And that’s a good thing.
And then, as I’m rewatching “DreamGirls” and “Cadillac Records” and “Ray” and every other movie about black musicians in the 50s and 60s, I’m reminded that I need to represent my work, so no one else can. And what better way to do that than with my face? It’s on our credit cards now to prevent identity theft. Why not put on a novel to thwart plagiarism? (Or try to, anyway.)
So, I’m getting some photos taken. Because…well, why not? Check back here soon for the results! Maybe they will resemble my Tinder pic below: