I am in the midst of writing a biography to sit alongside a project I am working on. This is probably the fifth biography I've written because no matter what I come up with, the next time I take a look at it I feel like it's so "blah". For some reason, I just can't fit enough honest razzle dazzle into a paragraph or two about myself to make me feel like I'm the kind of person I'd like to know. (If that sentence doesn't make any sense to you, don't worry. It doesn't make much sense to me either.)
Whenever I do get the urge to sit down and rewrite the biography blurb, in addition to feeling like it lacks the pizzazz of my wit and charm, I also tend to be a little less than honest about some things. For example, the biography has never said anything like, "Denise is a workaholic author, business owner, office manager, caregiver and paintball enthusiast who often spends the wee hours of the morning mentally drafting new policies, procedures and plot lines." It also doesn't mention that I am a writer who, "second guesses all of her work, often hemming and hawing about a piece's value for months before deciding to either submit it or hide it in the bowels of a locked filing cabinet."
One thing that does help with the whole autobiographical exercise is to think about what I hope others say about me when they are talking to a third party. I hope that they think I'm interesting, creative, artistic, and I would be disappointed if they didn't mention in their conversation somewhere that, "I just don't know how she manages so many amazing projects," mainly because I don't know how I keep up with them either. I'm sure that lack of sleep has a lot to do with it.
Well, I suppose that rather than continuing to write about writing the biography I should probably actually go write it. Let's hope I can come up with something more gripping than, "Denise is a tired, neurotic, self-depreciating author who is mostly just trying to make it through the day."