Another week, another of those 'stranger than fiction' events that dog my footsteps like a small persistent child in wellies. I'm walking to Tesco for the paper: it gets me away from the addictive lure of social media, when I encounter three old men (think extras out of 'Last of the Summer Wine') leaning on the parapet of Batford Bridge, putting the world to rights.
I join them, as you do if you're me. We stare at the River Lea sauntering under the bridge in an insouciant manner, and the shoals of tiny fish butting against the flows and eddies. There is a companionable silence. Then one of the oldsters remarks, 'Saw you in the paper the other week.' I concur. He did. I was. Brief appearance on TV's 'Victoria Live' was covered by the local paper, as they know anything to do with me is a razor blade in the Town Council's candy-floss.
'Didn't know you was a writer,' he continues. His two companions swivel round and study me narrowly. A pause. 'You don't look like a writer,' one of them observes cautiously. See, I bet that never happens to you. I bet you just rock up to wherever you're going, and everybody goes, 'Yup. Writer/teacher/etc..'
Apropos of what a writer looks like, or is supposed to look like, I know there are many people on social media who deliberately choose pictures that resemble their younger selves. Or pet pics.Which must make for interesting times when they have to attend a literary function, or meet a fellow writer for the first time.
Mind, who am I to point the finger? When I joined Twitter, I used the cover of Jigsaw Pieces as my avatar. After a couple of weeks, I had acquired numerous young male followers who flirted with me. Fairly outrageously.
For a while, I remained undecided whether to put them out of their misery, or just go with the flow. Eventually I gave in and replaced the cover with a picture that resembles the ''Real Me''. But it was with some reluctance, because it's quite nice to be thought of as youthful, with attitude and cheekbones you can hang off. And of course inside, that's exactly how I am!
STOP PRESS: The Victorian Detectives will shortly return, with new covers and in a brand new adventure!
Just in case: The real Carol looks far more interesting than this 'girl' on the cover of 'Puzzleteile'. Not only because of the hair colour
ReplyDeleteAww thanks..it is a YA book, so my cover artist wanted an'edgy' teenager.
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ReplyDeleteI look for the best currant pic to put to my page. My birthday was a good opportunity to get a few to choose from as I really don't like the camera ... I should say it doesn't like me. You know the moment, you are dressed pleasantly and the cabbage
My daughter gives me selfie lessons but we end up giggling which also makes for a good picture.
ReplyDeleteI am in awe of people who can take a good selfie. The camera just doesn't love me, and that's that.
DeleteI have a wonderful mental image of the 4 of your leaning on the bridge in true "Last Of The Summer Wine" fashion, putting the world to rights.
ReplyDeletewe did.
DeleteWhat a wonderful line to sum you up Carol. 'I join them, as you do if you're me.'
ReplyDeleteWhat are we meant to look like, except ourselves!!! (Shortly after my husband died, over 20 years ago, someone told me I didn't look old enough to be a widow ... )
ReplyDeletewell quite...I think society and plastic surgery and fadey things on mobile phones have a LOT to answer for!
DeleteThe more time I spend on social media, the more I'm drawn towards people with their real names and faces.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad someone else joins in with groups of people standing staring and putting the world to rights, Carol. My family think I'm weird. Well, better than being boring, I say. And the photos? Be yourself, then, when you meet someone they will at least recognise you. I walked past an'online 'friend' three times before she finally said who she was. Could have knocked me down with a feather - always glamorous and "young" she looked older than me which is saying something.
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