People have been asking me about how to format their blurbs. There really aren't any specific rules. In general, they should be in the third person and relatively short. I've reproduced the four I've received thus far below, being careful to strip out real names when they were used. (They'll still be included in the book, of course.) I'm pretty sure Orionoir's blurb was written in jest, since he has spoken of contributing something else. But really, how he can possibly top that?
[Bakerina] is a writer, baker, office worker and underachiever. She is a graduate of Chatham College and Peter Kump's New York Cooking School, and was the 2004 American Egg Board Fellow at the Writer's Colony at Dairy Hollow in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. She lives in New York City with her husband and too many books.
[Author] (aka Bloody Morty Vane) is a 30-something business analyst by day and a 20-something minded guitar addict, gadget junkie, Mac freak, amateur chef, leftist political pundit, scooter fiend, and personal shopper by night. While he spends his days training military executives in program and knowledge management, he spends every other moment researching guitars, gadgetry, recipes and reeling in the many foibles of our so called leaders.
[author] was turned on to Blogging in 1999 and has been in love, and obsessed, ever since.
Over time his blogs have evolved from typical Blogger rantiness to a bizarre peak into his daily life via his Word Press powered Bossa Nova blog at Circa1973.net
Blogging has afforded him the opportunity to connect with a like minded community of, truthfully, some of the best dorks (and now friends) on the planet.
Youngest of One currently attends Regis High School in Manhattan, where he is often intimidated by the teeming masses and immense buildings. He resides in Queens, New York, where things get pretty dull, with the exception of his crazy neighborhood friends. He has written for
totwo consecutive weblogs, both entitled “Youngest of One,” since late September 2003. His family would appreciate it if you didn't hunt him down.
i know in only a very superficial and tangential way mr wally lamb, who is both a local celeb and the ultimate patron saint of hopeful writers the world over. before he was discovered on oprah (well, not literally on her, he was on her show) he was a high school teacher by day and a persistently undistinguished writer of short fiction by day. lots of his stuff was printed for nothing in local newspapers, i doubt anyone could have seen the fame and fortune coming, but boy did it come.
anyhow, my conclusion is that fame is random. with lamb i think his first book had a magic title (she's come undone) (it didn't even matter that it was borrowed) and equally intoxicating cover art. the book itself imho was a not too well pasted together assemblage of stuff alternately new and stale, i don't think anyone burned the midnight oil stitching it together. still, it was such a cool object with wh to walk around, i must have given away five copies trying to get sex, makes you wonder re the kind of sex oprah gets.