Somehow, the idea of writing an author bio is getting to me, right now.
Could be the fact that I’m a little up in the air on it myself. I mean… I’m not where I want to be with life, and I’m not really getting the short-story credits to stack up. And just thinking about it bores the shit out of me.
Karen lives in a completely forgettable place, works a meaningless job, and plays beautician to a depraved cat. She doesn’t have the faintest idea who she is, either.
In addition to having a well-developed cover, including both a day job and house plants, Karen is an astronaut in the CIA’s ambitious program to place covert operatives on Jupiter.
Well, no. Actually, the CIA will not confirm that. But they probably won’t deny it, either. And that makes it true.
There’s the lifetime activity bio: Karen used to do interesting things, and has recently won her penguin march badge on fitbit.
And the immediate bio: Karen is making a turkey sandwich and trying not to drip mayo on this very important query letter.
I’m a little afraid I’ll have agents asking me to send the sandwich.
I’m not sharing my sandwich.
Okay. All things book-related. I could do that. Unfortunately, Karen was crushed to death in a tragic TBR collapse. Now, she haunts libraries, reading over peoples’ shoulders, and laying cold, icy fingers on the necks of studying freshmen.