I have a choice whether to write this in first person (I do this and I do that), which sounds personal but amateurish, or write it in third person (Harrison does this and Harrison does that) which sounds pompous but professional.
In short, I worry about perception and appearances. I often buy stuff because of the packaging design. I judge books by their covers. It took me ages to choose an author photograph because I don’t get my hair cut very often and it usually looks a mess.
But you don’t want to know any of that, do you? You’re interested in where I live; is it a farmhouse or some remote croft, am I surrounded by cats or own a dog with a glass eye. What’s my USP, what sets me apart from other authors?
Have you ever noticed how authors always have some interesting life background? They were brought up in Namibia or their mother was the Earl of Chichester or they lost all their fingers at the age of twelve after being attacked by a caiman on their Peruvian plantation. Agents and publishers look for this kind of thing, a hook for the marketing department.
Unfortunately, I’ve still got all my fingers (I’m using some of them now to type this), I don’t have a title and the farthest I’ve been away from England is Montserrat. Near Barcelona, not the other one.
My resume is a blank sheet of paper with my name at the top. My upbringing suburban, my world distinctly average. However-
I don’t write about my world, I write about the world inside my head. Swishing around the synapses is a world of witchcraft, of supernatural events and occult happenings, a world echoing to music rebounding around canyons and deflecting off mountain summits. It’s inhabited by weirdos and nutters, the wretched and the wonderful. A world seething with ambition and conflict, a quantum puzzle and permanent conspiracy.
What makes me is not what you see on the outside, but what’s churning around on the inside. And I think you’d rather read about that, wouldn’t you?
But for the insistent among you:
Born and raised: Lancashire, England
Favourite novel: Foucault’s Pendulum (Umberto Eco)
Music: Children of Bodom, Sirenia, Nightwish, Delain, metal, trance, classical, Burt Bacharach
Favourite films: Amadeus, The Brotherhood of the Wolf, The Italian Job
Actors I enjoy: Fabrice Luchini, Virginie Ledoyen, Martin Sheen, Michael Caine, Antje Traue, Daniel Auteuil
Figures I admire: Carl Sagan, Johan Cruyff, Eric Morecambe (hang on, they’re all dead), Dave Gorman
Things I like: mountains, canals, crisps (potato chips), walking, Pagani Zondas and flat empty landscapes
That should be enough to steal my identity and empty my bank account.