Bios are boring, and they’re often lame. So here, I’ll give you a choice of different bios you can read. The first bio even allows you to create your own Nathan Holic bio. Enjoy!
My Bio as a Mad Libs
Nathan Holic is a (writer/ teacher/ editor/ astronaut/ elephant) who lives in the perpetually (humid/ mouse-infested/ snowy) city of (Orlando, FL/ Saskatoon, SK/ Empire Falls, NY). He teaches (writing/ dancing/ hamburger-eating) courses at (the University of Central Florida/ Midvale School for the Gifted/ Moo University/ DuPont University), and his students are generally (challenged/ disappointed/ enraged/ titillated) by his teaching style and assignments.
His work has seen publication in (The Portland Review/ Iron Horse Literary Review/ his own blog/ Facebook/ The Apalachee Review/ the comment boards for his local newspaper/ the walls of the third-floor bathroom of Colbourn Hall/ seriously, I can keep listing publications all day…that’s the cool thing to do, right? you’re still reading the list, right?).
Though Nathan Holic reads a great deal, he still has a list of books about which he remains guilty for never having read. These books include: (The Catcher in the Rye/ The Sound and the Fury/ A Tale of Two Cities/ Blood Meridian/ the French translation of I Just Want My Pants Back/ How to Operate Your John Deere Lawnmower/ The Writer’s Market).
One interesting thing about Nathan is that (he has a beautiful wife and a child on the way/ he’s been to Uranium City/ he has a Zombie Apocalypse bomb shelter in his back yard/ he knows where you live…yes…you, the one whose smile is fading ever-so-slightly as you read this).
My Bio For Seriousness:
Nathan Holic lives in Orlando, Florida, teaches writing courses at the University of Central Florida, and then–when he’s finished lecturing about writing, when he’s finished reading and grading student assignments, when his brain no longer feels as if it is back-firing and over-heating and breaking down on the side of the road–he sits down with paper and pen, or with computer and keyboard, and he writes. Fiction, mostly. But also personal essays about Diet Coke addiction. And personal essays about literature and generational culture. And movie reviews, and book reviews, noting for himself and for his millions of admirers what can be gained (from a writer’s perspective, or simply from a viewer’s perspective) from the movie or book. He writes and writes and writes, but sometimes he mows the lawn instead.
Holic serves as the Graphic Narrative Editor at The Florida Review, a Project Manager at Burrow Press (where he is the editor of the 15 Views of Orlando anthology series), and was also a Project Editor at Casperian Books (where he worked with author Lavinia Ludlow on her novel alt.punk). His fiction and comics have been widely published in print and online, and his serialized graphic narrative “Clutter” is published monthly at Smalldoggies Magazine.
My Bio as Argument/ Cultural Commentary:
Over the past several years, I feel like I’ve been scattered across the internet: I’ve got a few assorted blogs, some social network “portals,” a couple sites where I write book reviews and movie reviews, and bunches of articles, essays, and short stories in both print and online format. This site is my attempt to sweep all that online flotsam and jetsam into a single pile in a single unassuming corner of the internet. Ten times more efficient than a random google search for my name, right?
Though I’d love to think of this site as something glorious, something befitting of a legendary man of letters–”The Nathan Holic Museum” or “The Library of America: Holic Collection”–I might be getting ahead of myself…think of this site instead as an online book shelf of my various projects. Perhaps it will seem chaotic to the wayward web surfer, but pick out a volume from the shelf, open it up, keep it for as long as you want. I charge no late fees.
Yes, Nathan. We get it. This web site allows you to organize and collect your thoughts. But aren’t author web sites a little transparent? Aren’t they all just thinly veiled attempts to brand and market the author? Aren’t they a bit presumptuous, a bit silly?
It’s true. Oh God, it’s true! Sometimes I wish I could pull a James Patterson and try to make myself into a name brand. “If you read Nathan Holic, you will get [insert predictable effect: a great thriller, a great romance novel, a fantastic collection of poetry, a hilarious and heartfelt coming-of-age comedy, etc.].” The web site is my little showcase, and yes, I do care about “what people think,” but I’m not too concerned about marketing or branding myself. The banner image of the site is a cartoon character, which is (I suppose) representative of my own scattered talents and interests. I write about Diet Coke addiction. I write about fraternities and about all of the flawed institutions that compose the higher education landscape. I write mixed-media fiction, work that explores how we are coming to know each other through dozens of mediums, how our relationships and our everyday conflicts and even our personal voices are changing as we come to rely upon and speak through so many devices and formats. My stories have included illustrated comic pages side-by-side with the text; they have taken place entirely within the confines of Wikipedia pages, or home decor catalogs; they have utilized receipts, advertising logos, and even oil stains. My novel, Status Updates From the Traveling Role Model, focuses upon a narrator who sees himself through Outlook schedules and appointments, pamphlets, diagrams, and (of course) facebook status updates.
In my classroom, I tell students not to write the kind of crap they think I want to hear/read, the kind of regurgitated material they know by heart and from which they gain nothing, but to instead write what they want to know. Challenge themselves. And I’d like to think that I follow my own advice. As an example: in the 2009 calendar year, I published (1) a book-length campus history of the University of Central Florida, (2) a short fiction story about a violent gym fight, and (3) a web comic about a new father’s fears for his own son’s future. History, graphic narrative, prose…I am the anti-James-Patterson, I suppose, destined never to have my own corporate brand name and my own yacht. Stubborn, perhaps, but always challenging myself, at least, always looking for something new and different.
So there it is: my bio as a marketing pitch, and my bio as an argument against marketing pitches. Clever, right?
I do hope you enjoy what you find on my page, and I do hope you’ll leave a comment to let me know you stopped by. It will always be a work in progress, but I hope that it will always offer surprises…for readers, and for myself.