This evening I’ve got a photoshoot. The first since the day I was married. Apparently a crappy selfie won’t cut it for a real author photo for the book’s jacket. Do I want to do this? Absolutely not. Do I plan on going overboard with it? Absolutely.
Props I’ve packed so far: A haunted 1932 typewriter, cigars, a bottle of Irish whiskey, a seventy pound chocolate lab, a Pink Floyd ‘Animals’ T-shirt, stupid blue polo, a Leigh High Valley Jawn’s hat and a Nick Foles Super Bowl 52 jersey.
Will I rock the bangs from the picture above? Stay tuned for the outtakes.