The stories continued the theme that “Timmerman is neither a journalist or an academic; he’s just some guy,” which is really beginning to grow on me. Ivy Farguheson, a real-life journalist, was great to talk to and did an excellent job writing piece. So good in fact, that it landed a photo of me on the front page of the paper and featured story in the Life section.
In total, four photos of me appear in the paper. A bit too much ME…for me. While the interview was comfortable, the photo shoot with Kurt Hostetler was less so. I don’t mind having photos of me taken, but photos of my bookshelves…isn’t that a little too personal?
As the photographer positioned me in front of my bookshelves I wasn’t concerned with my smile, but about what books were going to show up in the photo.
“Oh,” I thought, “I hope Sadam’s Secrets, which my grandma gave me and I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wouldn’t read it, doesn’t show up in the photo.”
“Geeze, what if the Idiot’s Guide to Boogers shows up in the shot? What will people think if they know I’m an idiot and I have boogers? They’ll never buy my book.”
Sure enough, they showed up in the photo. You can’t make them out online, but in the hard copy the photo is enlarged to 8” X 12”. The booger book and Sadam’s secrets are secrets no more.
You can learn a lot from a person’s library. Think about it, what books are you ashamed of in yours?
(Note: my office is in an attic and the low, sloping ceiling make me look like a giant. I’m literally a literary giant.)