Who cares?

I’ve reverted to generic non-biography bios.

This is because I realised something: I can’t be representation. I could be a perfect fiction. Even if I had a picture of my face instead of that faerie, how’re you to know that’smy face? Okay, see me at a convention? Does romance fictionhave conventions?! See me at the market? What’re the odds? Too, what’re the odds you’d recognise me?

Authors, once they’re in the hands of a reader, are not people. We’re a collection of letters following the word...