Bite Me!

photograph by Brett Uprichard/Big Bamboo Stock


5:30 am and 76 degrees.
This is a picture of baby horse trying to bite my leg.
He was unsuccessful.
Not because of my vigilance but because of my thick chaps.
Thank you everybody for all your kind comments.
I hope I did not make Brett out to be a misogynistic ogre! He wasn't at all!
It's just saying those things around a 50 year old woman (OK then 53) can potentially be traumatizing.
Not to the woman... she'll be fine.
It's traumatizing to the man when her fist hits the side of his face!
So here's the comparison shot.
Of course now my friends are pointing out that those fancy diagonal stripes on the sides of my shirt make my boobs look too big.
Thank you for sharing.
Brett made me change my shirt from the black on to the blue one. I think he made a good choice.
I had to use a comparison shot in my blog that will probably not be used for promo as magazines will usually only publish a picture that has not been printed in other media. Interesting. I did not know that.
Another thing?
Everything in this process (from the query to manuscript submission to the agent and the publisher) has been done electronically (in TIMES NEW ROMAN just in case any of you are engaged in that futile argument over fonts).
Even the photos.
Although last night when I was sending these huge files - that took forever to send - I was shaking in my boots (well, maybe my slippers...)
I had visions of bringing the entire Putnam email machine to its knees.
But no worries.
They could handle.
I also sent my entire life story.
Sixteen single spaced pages.
If they signed a younger writer it would have been shorter, but not nearly so interesting.
(I changed all names to protect the innocent!)
My editor says she'll have the first editorial letter to me before the holidays.
Today I go holoholo.
I'll edit a draft of another manuscript for a bit, write a few pages on my WIP,
go for a walk, and then a swim later.
And obsess.
After all I'll be in my swimming suit.
Brett? Where are you?