June 23, 2006

About the Author

Quite a while ago, when I was asking people for ideas on what to write about, Kat suggested I write an "About the Author" as an exercise. I loved the idea, but it took me a while to get to it. So now, finally, here we go....

Take 1

Aaaaaaron suggests that everyone write at least one book, even if it is never published. No matter how bad it is, it will still be treasured by your offspring and if you have no offspring, you can donate it to your nearest library archive project. Sooner or later, someone will happen upon your work and believe it to be the most spectacularly wonderful thing in the world. It's true. I've seen it happen. So do it. Oh crap, this was supposed to be about me, wasn't it?

Take 2

Aaaaaaron currently resides in Seattle. Wait a minute. How come authors are always currently residing everywhere?* What's wrong with just plain ol' living? And what's with this "currently" stuff? People can pretty much assume that it's current unless they're reading something that was published five years ago, in which case, it might not be accurate information anymore. A more appropriate beginning might be this: "Aaaaaaron lives. Unless of course, by the time you read this, he does not, which would be sad if you knew him, because he was a great guy." Crap. I'm messing this up again.

Okay, Take 3

Aaaaaaron lives in a haze of random infatuation and misguided, self-invented jurisprudence. On a cloudy day, you might imagine his face in the sky, especially if you don't know what he looks like, because then just about any cloud will do. He has a friend that always wants him to play House of the Rising Sun on guitar every time he visits, but Aaaaaaron, thus far, has never learned the song.

* not actually my joke - I stole that one and added to it.


Shamus said...

I think you really should learn House of the Rising Sun. Referencing your first declaration, it doesn't matter how bad it is, but it could very well make your friend glaze over in fond reverie of a time long past, or create a moment in time when all things are perfect. This happened to me in a broken down bar in New Orleans. Some guy on a piano broke into a very bad rendition of House, and on that visit I happened to be staying at a hotel that was supposedly the orginal House of the Rising Sun. The moment was staggering, and one which I will never forget. Aaaaaaron, create that moment for your friend. Also, please write about the time you broke your arm at work.

aaaaaaron said...

Heh. I remember that. Good times. Good times....