So back when Maureen Johnson, Lauren Myracle, and I were writing the interconnected novellas that became Let it Snow, I never thought our work would be compared (favorably!) to the work of William Shakespeare in no less a newspaper than the Washington Post (who called the book, "a comedy as delicious as any whipped up by the Bard." No lie.)

Nonetheless, Lauren reveals on her massively entertaining blog that she sometimes feels like people like her story less than the others. (Most of the reviews I've read, meanwhile, feel to me as if they like my story less than the others. I theorize that this is due to the fact that a dollop of criticism damages self-esteem more than a dollop of praise improves it.)

But anyway, in her post, Lauren includes portraits of Maureen and me. Maureen's is a real picture of her, although she is smoking a cartoon cigar. And my picture? Gangsta Jesus:



I can haz dis az mah new awthor foto?