I'm writing a new autheur biographee pour moi... again...
I really don't like doing that, have I said that before? Things you didn't know about Viviane: one: she really really doesn't like writing biographies.
This time I'm being veeery professional. Normally I go through life stages and education - they like stuff about childhood ("she always wanted to write, blabla"), and it always comes out as... well, a bit sad. I got bullied a lot in school, and of course that had something to do with having a lot of time by myself to think up stories and scribble into little notebooks. But really, I think I would have done that anyway. Now no one bullies me, and what am I doing? Happily scribbling and making stuff up. Also it feels a bit like I'm empowering the stupid bullies, in retrospect, like "thanks for kicking me in the gut, guys, really kick-started my career, duh!" - So now I'm remembering that it's pretty great to be making books, and I'm not so sour any more about not having a husband and children and a family home with a well-stocked fridge. It could be worse. I could have a husband I don't like, a cramped house, no children and still do all the shopping, for example, and still have to write a chirpy author's bio. Or have no head and live in a teapot.
So I'm writing from that point of view. Life's good.
But still, there really isn't an awful lot to be said... I like to wake up, imagine high adventure, write it down, have a tasty breakfast, let my birds fly around the studio, paint, yawn, read, eat some more and watch a fantasy film before bed, and inbetween go for walks and maybe make a toy or bake some biscuits. I think taht's good enough,a dn I've written something along those lines.
Good! So... time for a tasty snack! Hey no... a tasty dinner no less!