Human Being, planet Earth
The above is overly elaborate, but hits every essential in four words.
I love writing, but not about me. Other than as an author, I’m drying-paint dull. No less for that, I’ll stumble through some trivial poop and mention a few of my influences.
Influences matter. I don’t give a double hoot who Stephen King is. I don’t care what he had for lunch, who he will vote for, who his friends are. He writes interesting stories, and that’s what I want from him. My life is already overfilled with details; I don’t need details about his life.
I’m not a celebrity. Let Tom Cruise and Beyoncé live that life. I’m a writer who likes to go to a restaurant with friends and not be recognized as someone I’m not. In a restaurant I’m a diner, not a writer. When with friends I’m a friend, not someone seeking selfies.
I’m not interested in making public statements or being photographed. Other than in my writing, I avoid politics; I take no public stands, not because I have no opinions, but because my opinions are irrelevant. Only my writing matters.