My author’s logo originated a few years ago, on a cold winter day beneath the Pont de Bercy Bridge in Paris. It was before I’d written my first book, before I knew I’d become a writer.
It was a bright December day, and I was on a romantic holiday in Paris with the woman by my side.
The early morning air was cold as we passed the bridge, stopping for a moment. I set the camera up on a tripod and photographed us kissing.
Afterward we went to a small café with a black and white tiled floor, and brown chairs made of old wood. A gray-haired waiter smiled at us and spoke French, which we couldn’t understand. She drank coffee, and I had hot chocolate and a croissant. Later we continued walking arm-in-arm through the cold streets.
This was my favorite photo from that Paris holiday.
A few months after that trip, I started writing my first book, and when I became an author I started looking for a logo and remembered that morning.
I write about people, about their journeys, and an embrace on one cold Paris morning in December that became part of my journey as a writer.
The years have passed, the woman photographed with me that cold morning is no longer by my side, life’s paths have taken us in different directions. But this special picture from that morning has remained my logo, and I’m currently writing my tenth book.
My logo is part of my journey.
