![]() ![]() She’s fond of gingers, tea, and tales of hot men falling in love with each other-not necessarily in that order. She’s a woman of great mystery and suspense, but she can’t tell a lie without confessing. Because it showed how well she knew me, knew what was important to me, knew what I’d be cool with sharing, and made me sound sooo much more interesting than I actually am. My poor sweetheart was sick and miserable, but she managed to leave a cute comment saying, jokingly, “I’ve got you covered.” Ha! Her messing around bio had me bawling my head off. So I agonized over it, and began to seriously worry that I wouldn’t come up with anything even remotely acceptable. Talking about myself in the third person is waaaay outside my comfort zone. I did my typical procrastination routine until the last minute… and I came up with diddly squat! Talking about myself and my life is usually easy for me. Writing an author bio was an absolute nightmare. ![]()
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