The Real World

Oh, the things we authors do to promote ourselves. This weekend, a photographer friend offered to take a series of photos -- you know, for publicity purposes.

We decided to combine a "girls'" weekend with a writers' board meeting, and what fun to have a Glamour Girl Pajama Party. I won't deny I've stared at magazine covers and wished to have the makeup artists and photographers to make me look "like that":

So, my friend packed up all of her bright lights, cameras, backdrops, duct tape, safety pins, makeup -- everything one might need to be alluring. Bewitching. Spectacular. Let me tell you, Glamour Shots are not nearly as glamorous as the final product makes them seem!

For instance, here's our "studio":

Always careful not to trip over the multiple lights and electrical cords strewn across the room, my friend also became my director, and suggested poses and expressions while showering me with compliments. Awesome fun! How could a girl not feel glamorous?



Here's how:

Pre-glamour

Dang breeze!

As you can see, my friend had a real challenge. But, after several hours and hundreds of shots, she did manage to get a few good ones. Now, all I have to do is hope that one day I'll actually need some publicity shots.

If that time ever comes, I'll still choose my real world over the glamour world. It sure is a lot more fun.