From an e-mail received last Tuesday:
This is just a note to keep in touch. [The book] got pushed back a bit by two other guidebooks but I’m just starting back in on it.
And from an e-mail sent today:
To what address should I mail a contract for you to sign? I don’t have your last name, either. Also, how would you like the photo credit to read?
Don’t assume more from this than is necessary: the standard review and contract process, not to mention the justifiable pre-publication steps in case one of my photos winds up in the final publication.
Still. . .couldn’t you just spit!?!?
Well, at least do a happy dance, right?
To be contacted and considered is an honor in my sincere opinion, especially considering photography is nothing more than a hobby for me—with an increasingly crippled camera, no less!
[regarding the possibility of having one of my photos included in a regional field guide to wildflowers, one published by a respectable company and written by some prominent naturalists; the saga began here and continued here, here, and here]