The first draft of this bio page was bonkers.
I’d taken great pains to sit up straight and do it right, keeping Ms. Carter, my high school English teacher with a zeal for grammar, in mind.
I’d dutifully listed my writing creds: widely published freelance writer with 20+ years experience. My education: bachelor and master degrees in communication studies, creative writing certificate from UCLA.
And the requisite contact info: barbara@barbaranealvarma.com. Twitter or Facebook, if you must.
Alas, it looked nothing like me.
Nowhere had I mentioned falling in love at the tender age of 15 with author James Herriot and his All Creatures Great and Small books. (He had me at “... even the cow was smiling.”)
Or how I came to be a writer, starting with journaling after an icky divorce and working my way up through writing contests then magazines and anthologies.
In that first draft, I hadn't even mentioned my personal published favorites. Like the story that even the folks associated with "The Sopranos" were eager to read: "The Sopranos" helped save my sweet mom's life.
Or the one that inadvertently made William Shatner appalled: Anonymous Fame.
Or the one that won me a social media shout-out from Donny Osmond, my lifelong crush: Desperately Seeking Donny.
And good gosh, where was the confetti gif to herald the fact that I finished my first foray into fiction? A suspense novel, no less. Because I love reading them and thought writing one would be too much fun. Spoiler alert: it was.
And so I hit the delete key, did an About face, if you will, and started over as we often do in life. Thing is, if you really want to know about me, read my stories. I leave nothing out except for others’ expectations of what they think they should be.
Same goes for this photo. I was advised not to use it by some of my well-meaning writer friends. Better to post something that shows off my finer, more professional manner, they said; a fetching image taken on a good hair day that highlights my smile and my ability (at times) to behave well.
Nah.
I’m more that girl shown caught on camera: an over-50 breast cancer survivor still having fun shaking her pom-poms as part of a Jazzercise parade down Disneyland's Main Street, U.S.A.
I much prefer to put this picture on display because despite its imperfects, perhaps even because of them, it tells a good story.
If I'm lucky, folks will say the same About Me.