What is it about the bio section of anything, anything at all, that sends me reeling? I can talk about myself until I’m blue in the face, and I do, here, everyday…
But put the word “bio” on a page and then expect me to fill it out? Ah hellz no!
Normally I’ll just skip the evil bio section, but I had to fill something out today that required a bio.
“Frick. FRICK. FR.ICK!” I said to myself, then my husband, my best friend and twitter.
Frick. So I read all the other people’s bios. Some of them were fine, some of them were good, some of them were kind of… lengthy. No help.
I find when I’m trying to write a bio for myself I always come off as conceited or self deprecating.
So I went with basic. Obvious.
I’m a woman, a mother, a wife, a writer, a blogger, a podcast host, a volunteer, a friend, a daughter, a sister, a tattooed girl, a lover of gadgets and I nearly always wear black…
I’m Cami Kaos
(and I’m a pratt)
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Nicely done.
Of course, now I’m feeling really self-conscious about my overladen bio…!
That about sums it up!
Minus the part about flossing and lip stuff – and Cherry Coke.
i loathe them too! i half wish i could just link to my blog!