Many people in my family are artistically talented. Me, I’m doing great if you can guess the sex of my stick figures. Maybe it’s this lack of talent that explains why I have been utterly charmed by any man who’s ever offered to draw me.
I’ve been an amateur photographer since the fourth grade, and I still remember the poor kid I kept wanting to get a picture of until our teacher finally had had enough and told the boy to stand in front of the class and hold still long enough for me to get a good shot at him. I mean, of him. The film was old and the photo never turned out, but hey, by that point, he knew I liked him. So did everyone else.
So photography is one place where I’ve let my artistic talents emerge—since brush strokes and pencil shades always failed me. And then I discovered I could manipulate photographs on my computer!
This is one of those things I enjoy just for itself. Except for using the pics occasionally online for marketing a book or a website, there’s not particular reason to play with graphic tools, except…well, to play.
And playing is important.
Which brings me to my wishlist, once again. I want a man who’ll hold still for me to take photos of him.
Southern Gothic, Book One of the Rites of Passage: magick, betrayal, and a reckoning.
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