Before I began to think seriously about writing, it hadn’t occurred to me that the ultra-flattering, commanding write ups that appeared in magazines, book covers and magazines were written by the author. The idea of writing my own freaks me right out – not because I don’t think highly and deeply about my work but because I don’t want to tell anyone about it. Yeesh, I’m a Canadian for goodness sakes. I subscribe to a cultural rejection of self-righteousness. It repulses me, like any other respectable Canuck, to simply spell out the ways that I am so great.
I’ve had to write an author bio exactly three times and each one was a disaster.
The main problem is that I haven’t been published that much which doesn’t really reflect on my writing skills so much as it does my fear of success and deeply rooted self sabotaging behaviour, it makes a boring bio that looks a lot like this:
The résumé style:
E.A. Hand is a Canadian science fiction writer who has written two, terrible novels that no one in their right mind would even send out. Her short fiction has appeared in Front magazine, a magazine that she also worked for. She has worked as executive editor of circulations at Prism International magazine but she quit because she hated it. She sometimes edits brochures for a macrobiotic food company in Los Angeles because the original language of the owners is Japanese and so translating the translation inspires laughing fits that are worth far more than what they pay her.
Some authors side step the bio problem by mentioning things about themselves that are completely unrelated to writing or their project. There are many reasons to do that. You might be a nobody or you might be so much of a somebody that only stupid people don’t know who you are. Or you are a nobody, pretending to be a somebody who is pretending to be a nobody for the sake of modesty. Mine would sound something like this, somehow it’s even more boring than the résumé:
The writer next door style:
E.A. Hand is a Vancouverite to the core. She enjoys long walks on the beach in the rain followed up by hot chocolate and a good book by the fire. Her houseplants are her joy in life as is her new-found love of tap dancing. She also likes to read cook books. Her dishes aren’t done and her boyfriend keeps putting her lululemons in the dryer.
Possibly the worst is when the bio attempts to place the author and their work in the framework of the literary canon. They’re the bios that make you think that the author doesn’t believe that anyone will understand her or him until he or she is long dead. They make the reader think that they won’t understand anything the author says and their books become the kind that hipsters gift to each other without having read them. They’re useless, unless of course the author thinks the reader cares about something like this:
E.A.Hand’s groundbreaking work will change the way you look at science fiction. Her kafkaesque, Shakespearian, james joyce-ish etherealism and nebulous cosmic intentions will transcend your wildest imaginations. She’s not just meta, she’s pata. When you read E.A. Hand, parts of your brain that you didn’t know you had will start to hurt.
There’s no respectable way to go about it, really. It’s a chump job. But, for all intents and purposes:
E.A Hand is a writer and reader of fiction living in Vancouver. She lives with her wonderful partner and two bonsai trees and writes poetry about all three. Her short fiction has appeared in various local publications. She is currently working on a novel of speculative fiction that she hopes everyone will like.
That’s what I got. Like it or lump it. (but I really hope you like it)