I filled out a stack of paperwork last week for my agent: forms for my bio, a W9, project sheets, proposals, and my blood type. No, just kidding on that one. Maybe. And there’s more to do, including a new photograph.
To be honest, headshots stress me out. Do I go with a natural, outdoorsy feel or an inside picture? Hands down and clasped together or under my cheek? Glasses on or off? Smile with teeth or without? Props?
Of course, I’m waiting until after my hair appointment this week to tackle this issue, but I’m still wrestling with doubt and anxiety. Never was one to take many pictures of myself. My “selfies” list on my phone are 99% pictures of my spawn. Dirty Hobbitses.
When I do have pictures taken, even with the fam, I over-analyze. I’m slouching. My teeth aren’t white enough. I have a double-chin from looking down. There’s glare on my glasses. And why in the world was I wearing a blazer? I don’t wear blazers.
I’d say wish me luck, but I actually don’t believe in it. But I do believe in the powers of an amazing photographer and filters.
Given a choice, I’d have a avatar of a winking cat as my picture (like this guy from mrwallpaper.com).
I mean…it looks just like me. Close enough…