Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Post 3368 - Tuesday

Nearly 10:45.

Spent most of the evening working on my next media column for Frank Magazine. As things stand, I have 4 stories in it. I have printed it off. I will edit and tighten it and send it along to my editor around this time tomorrow night.

Not sure if you knew this, or cared, but part of my job is to source and send along pictures to accompany my articles, both the media columns and the true crime ones. I spent a couple hours on Sunday afternoon scanning in 18 pictures of a young man who disappeared in 1998, said pictures courtesy of his father and brother. I returned the pictures to them Monday morning, along with a thumb drive containing a copy of those digitized images, most of the pictures I took with my digital camera on Saturday and the video I shot as part of my research into his disappearance. I was happy to provide that material as they had entrusted me with the precious photos of their loved one.

With the media stuff, there is a good chance I already have pictures on my dropbox folder of most of what I am looking for. If not, it is usually not difficult to find that material online. But a few minutes ago, I grabbed a book on the shelf next to me and scanned in its cover and sent that along to my editor, in case he chooses to use it.

Sometimes I have actual fun supplying the pictures. In a recent issue, I wrote about The Mist, shooting in and around Halifax this Summer and into the Fall. On the Wednesday night before my deadline of Thursday, as the sun was going down, and we were about to lose the eldritch light as it gave way to the impending darkness, I had Patricia take some pictures of me reading the Stephen King book in which he had printed The Mist novella. (In case you didn't know, or care, it is a collection of short stories called "Skeleton Crew", published back in 1985. I used my first edition hard cover). I made sure that I looked as frightened as possible when I was pretending to read it.  I also sent along pictures of the book's cover just in case he wanted to run it, but hoped my editor would use the picture of me looking scared witless. On Frank's deadline day, he texted "the photo of you reading Stephen King slays me". He used that picture with my column, which made my day. I sure hope some of my readers got a kick out of it. I sure did.

I get paid for producing this content, selling publication rights or whatever, so I probably am not allowed to include that particular picture with this blog post. But I think it was in issue 746. It was probably the most fun I have had with the photos and pictures I have done for the column over the last couple of years.

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