Me, Elsewhere

[But not where you'd expect...]

Almost exactly a year ago [seriously--11/14 of last year], I was contacted by a woman who was working with the authors of a book about blogs. She told me that they wanted to use a picture of mine in the book--and I was excited. But I didn't tell anyone, mostly because I was afraid it would fall through and nothing would come out of it.

But I gave permission, talked to the woman. I mentioned that the picture in question was very special to me, because it was the only picture of Joey and me taken in the in-between, the two and a half months between the night he broke our engagement and the day I hit my head on his bunk bed and he changed his facebook status to "In a Relationship."

She liked the picture, liked the story. A few months later, she told me that the authors had decided to add a blurb about some of the pictures. She asked if I would write one.

So I did.

And the book was made, my picture went into it, and the blurb was placed to accompany it.

And now, it's real. And is coming out soon. And I'm excited, proud to be part of something this beautiful.

And knowing that this phrase may show up in their data mining, I suppose I can say: it's true. I do, in fact, feel fine.

Edit:

If you're interested, here are some pages from the book: