Welcome to day two of the A-to-Z Blog challenge.
You might notice there’s no ABOUT tab on my still wet website.
Talking about myself. Not my thing.
Recently, I was tasked with writing a brief bio. I won’t get into why because that feels so autobiographic. I did try. I spackled words onto the screen, smeared them around, scraped them off. I took a stab at a humorous anti-bio, like you sometimes read: “NYT best-selling author … when hell has snowplows.”
I mined bios on social media, looking for ideas. I could mention my spouse, my pets, my pet causes. My ticker-tape resume of non-writing jobs. I could state what I eat, drink, cook, or grow, but there are levels to be specified. Categories of degree.
Enthusiast. Expert. Connoisseur
Explorer. Seeker. Wannabe.
Lover. Addict. Obsessor.
Can we forevermore take as default that every Twitter subscriber is a geek and/or a nerd? If you are charismatic, highly confident, and comfortably average in intelligence, you are 1 in 330,000,000 and I think that’s well worth mentioning. Likewise, if you’re a nitwit.
Some bio-writers are not keen on even the slightest risk they might be stigmatized as existing in the middle of the bell curve. They decorate their bios with scholastic acronyms. Kite tail credentials. And why not? If you paid for it, put it out there! I like when IQ’s are offered. I wouldn’t dare do this, because I might meet you one day. I suppose I could Jenga-extract the dusty shoebox off my high closet shelf and post my cache of report cards from St. Martin’s Elementary. Proof I once got an A.
Personal quirks are an important component of any social media profile, but they are offered strictly as clues: Myer-Briggs type. Astrological sign. Major Arcana Card. Figure me out, People of Earth.
Familial identities are popular, especially when quantified. Father of 4. Grandmother of 10. Transportation preferences. These seem to matter. Uber, Lyft or yellow cab. Softtail, hardtail, ‘69 Camaro. Bicycle. Skateboard. Magic carpet ride.
I see the pattern here. My pattern, that is. I’m procrastinating again. Been at this a full hour and no closer to producing a bio. I did jot down my favorite brand of pen but what does that reveal about me?
I’m a story teller. Truth twister. Hyperbole enthusiast.
Skilled, I’ve been told. Committed, solidly.
If you write fiction then you know I’m bonkers to endure the anguish this career inflicts.
I’m here, though, I’m getting it done.
That’s all this Fool has to say, apart from, I’d rather get to know you!
Tomorrow is C-Day. Stay tuned for one my cheesier, poorly executed, Photoshop Procrastinations. And, to make up for today’s post, minimal text.