After having to take a selfie (well, two hundred and eight selfies, but I only used one. Eventually) to use as evidence of my face on a paid piece of work, I decided to bite the bullet and get some professional head shots taken.
Fun fact: spending the morning staring at your own face in glorious HD will make you feel weird.
But despite all weirdness, it was definitely worth paying someone (in this case, helpfully, also an old friend familiar with who I am and what I do) who knows their stuff when it comes to lighting, location, lenses and … I can’t think of another word for retouching that starts with an ‘l,’ but you get the idea.
So that’s another thing ticked off the list while I wait for my manuscript to come back from the editor. I’ve already plotted my next novel and started roughing out a draft, and, less productively, addicted myself to Scandal and devoured three books.
Next stop, figuring out the American Tax System!
…and Scandal, season three.