the bold & the biographical

No matter how old I get, I don't think I'll ever get over the rush of excitement that accompanies the first day of school!

Well, ok... so I'm not technically matriculating anywhere, but my 10-week online fiction workshop started today, & I. Am. STOKED!!

First assignment: Submit a bio, 500 words or less. Given that we're immersed in a virtual classroom, it's a logical exercise to foster a sense of community (blah blah educational buzzword blah).
As part of my resolve to post to the blog with more regularity, I've decided to regurgitate said "about me" blurb here.
Q: Why?

A: Um... why not?

So, without further ado...

“About Me,” in 500 words or less, huh? Alright, I’ll give it a shot.

Me: Pronoun. The objective case of I. Postal abbreviation of Maine. Um, let’s see, what else…? Oh! Ridiculously awful iteration of the Windows operating system. I mean, really. Just terrifically, astoundingly bad. Bill Gates epic FAIL.

And then there’s the “me” called Lisa. That version is a newly minted 27-year old, a native Californian, a freelance writer and magazine editor, a compulsive hoarder of books, the loudest shy person you’re likely to meet, a rabid San Jose Sharks fan, a former lifeguard and swim instructor, a graduate of UC Berkeley, a girl who moved to Washington, D.C., with her dog and only those possessions she could fit in her car, only to move back about 18 months later (to a different part of the Golden State from which she had departed, but her real point of origin nonetheless)…

I dunno. I’m not big on talking about myself (doesn’t everyone say that?), unless it’s in response to a direct question (and even then, it really depends on the question (and probably the person asking it)). As you’ve probably guessed, I’m a fan of ellipses and parentheses (especially when nested (see previous sentence (and now this sentence, too, hehe))). But for articles, I’m all about the emdash. Fiction, it’s probably a 50-50 split, just depends on the mood, I guess.

Random anecdote: I once stole a promotional poster for Irvine Welsh’s then-new novel Porno off the wall of a bar and asked him to sign it after a reading… and then I stole his pen. I may or may not have mild kleptomaniacal tendencies. Jury’s still out on that one.

...ta-da?