Welcome to day two of the A-to-Z Blog challenge.
You might notice there’s no ABOUT tab on my website.
Talking about myself. Not my thing.
Recently, I was tasked with writing a brief bio. I won’t get into why because that would feel 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.
Some bio-writers are keen for us to learn where they dwell on the intellectual 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.
Personal quirks are an important component of any social media profile, but must be offered strictly as clues: Myer-Briggs type. Astrological sign. Major Arcana Card. Figure me out, People of Earth.
I see the pattern here. My pattern. 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.