Eh bien...
Two days in Paris, ten days on the road, and today I've been interviewed and photographed, I've signed and signed and sketched and signed, and all I can think right now is how much I really really need a lie-in and a day off.
This morning I had my photograph taken in (among other places) a graveyard by photographer Phillipe Matsas, and I flashed back to GOOD OMENS, when Terry and I had our author photos taken in Kensal Green Cemetery, which meant that every second American newspaper that photographed us had arranged a trip to the local graveyard. And I thought "My next book is The Graveyard Book," and realised with a sinking feeling that too much of 2008 will be spent in graveyards trying to find an appropriate facial expression...
(The photos from this morning are © Ph. Matsas / Opale - www.agence-opale.com)
This morning I had my photograph taken in (among other places) a graveyard by photographer Phillipe Matsas, and I flashed back to GOOD OMENS, when Terry and I had our author photos taken in Kensal Green Cemetery, which meant that every second American newspaper that photographed us had arranged a trip to the local graveyard. And I thought "My next book is The Graveyard Book," and realised with a sinking feeling that too much of 2008 will be spent in graveyards trying to find an appropriate facial expression...
(The photos from this morning are © Ph. Matsas / Opale - www.agence-opale.com)
Labels: appropriate facial expressions, France, photo of me looking up at something that I don't know what it is, photos
