Name one person who doesn’t harbor a secret desire to tell/write their life’s story and have it become a New York Times bestseller. My dogs Oscar and Sasha aren’t much interested in penning memoirs but a lot of humans are despite the memoir market being “over-saturated.”
Maybe it’s in our DNA to tell our story, especially our version of the story, thereby transforming our lives by expressing our perceptions and insights regarding existence. Memoirs, unlike family members, encourage us to express/examine our life as we remember it, often contradicting or calling in to question the psycho family mythos. (Don’t you just love siblings who tell you your personal version/memory of your childhood isn’t right?)
I’m one of the few writers I know not working on a memoir, but I could change my mind because writers are omnivorous when it comes to subject matter.
Nowadays being a writer riding the pandemic waves of tragedy and uncertainty, I’m interested in making people laugh with a few well-chosen words. And when it comes to reading anything (aside from nutrition labels) people’s attention spans have shrunk to the size of a gnat.
For a writer the fewer words possible the better these days.
So I’ve decided to write titles for memoirs I’ll never write. To the point and funny (note to self: possible epitaph?).
My titles for “Memoirs I’ll Never Write” are probably as good as if not better than the memoir I’ll never write.
Judge for yourself: Weekly Monday posts of “Memoirs I’ll Never Write” on Instagram.
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Share the title of the memoirs you’ll never write in comments. Or like me might write someday ...
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