About the Author
I am a little stumped by this one. The whole website, all the pages, all of them, are about me, Arthur, the author, so what do I put here? What were your expectations? A neat summary perhaps of the various categories my content fits into? My bio, glimpses of my true self, maybe links to my other creations that you might be interested in. Well, if so, you’re out of luck. If I could summarize myself, like every other human being on the planet, I wouldn’t have to slave over the stuff on this website. It’s a really perplexing request that triggers internal dialogs like the following:
Me: But what if the “About the Author” convention is actually a test for the budding writer. What if it’s a deliberate attempt to trap me into exposing myself as a total narcissist, a man who after filling up a hundred pages with content all about himself, just can’t help but fill up one more.
Me: No, it’s not narcissism if it’s funny. I think that’s a quote from Nietche.
Me: Maybe this is a page that I’m just not capable of writing, one that takes a real writer to write. That I am doomed to remain just another programmer.
Me: But then again, I did write all those other pages, so I should be able to write a few more. Particularly, if I don’t get too hung-up on the implications of the post’s title and the reader’s expectations. I mean the one reader who did show up to last weeks reader thing, if he was a representative sampling, would strongly suggest that I can write anything I damn well want on this page and it won’t make any difference at all.
I am a little stumped by this one. The whole website, all the pages, all of them, are about me, Arthur, the author, so what do I put here? What were your expectations? A neat summary perhaps of the various categories my content fits into? My bio, glimpses of my true self, maybe links to my other creations that you might be interested in. Well, if so, you’re out of luck. If I could summarize myself, like every other human being on the planet, I wouldn’t have to slave over the stuff on this website. It’s a really perplexing request that triggers internal dialogs like the following:
Me: But what if the “About the Author” convention is actually a test for the budding writer. What if it’s a deliberate attempt to trap me into exposing myself as a total narcissist, a man who after filling up a hundred pages with content all about himself, just can’t help but fill up one more.
Me: No, it’s not narcissism if it’s funny. I think that’s a quote from Nietche.
Me: Maybe this is a page that I’m just not capable of writing, one that takes a real writer to write. That I am doomed to remain just another programmer.
Me: But then again, I did write all those other pages, so I should be able to write a few more. Particularly, if I don’t get too hung-up on the implications of the post’s title and the reader’s expectations. I mean the one reader who did show up to last weeks reader thing, if he was a representative sampling, would strongly suggest that I can write anything I damn well want on this page and it won’t make any difference at all.
