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.