By now you may have noticed the previous is one of my favorite sayings. Right up there with Faux Pas.
I made a note to possibly use it as a title for my memoirs which are being lived even as we speak and written precariously from time to time. The pages of my life are numerous and the book getting rather thick. I may have to cut it short. The book not my life. Perhaps a sequel or two? Oh wait, that would be a trilogy. One is never as good as the others. Would I be portrayed by the same Oscar Actor in all three episodes?
I bored myself living the life. We shall see?
I will gently go forward with a forward stating that although my writings are based on faceless drivel my memoirs must proceed as though the reverse is just the opposite…without Faux Pas!
Splendid…I included both in the forward. This book may be one that is never put down…except by critics?
Yes, unlike Hollywood sensationalized glitze books, real memoirs must be real. True in every aspect, without a hint of deception. Any fabrication would show disenchantment with the life it is based on. And why would one disillusioned with their mortality write a memoir?
When does a memoir end? If published while still living there will always be more to write. I mentioned sequels but eventually time will run out. If I wait till expiration who/whom will write it?
I thought of sending off original drafts of the “first edition” edition.
However there is always the outside chance they may be rejected by publishers as everything else has been. That would be devastating and harmful to my psychic, which is already close to going psycho. I’ve analyzed with Swigmon Fwad numerous times on the matter with no apparent relief or effect other than clucking like a chicken at the ringing of a bell. A little item I will not include in my memoirs.
There is wisdom in your humor there somewhere. For example, when do you end a memoir? Before you die? Or after you die? I haven't reached that point yet, so I can't answer it for you. But what you can do like that old World Book Encyclopedia my mother bought on time for us, for a few bucks, you get an annual supplement to keep all the items in the autobiography totally up-to-date. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
You're nuts George, and funny, and witty, and clever.
You're almost my kinda guy, except you're a little too
good of a writer. I hang out with the beer drinkers, not
those Chardonnay sippin' sons of bitches. Still, when all
is said and done, you make a tall tale...taller.
Keep on keepin' on.
By Gawd, I believe I got it! Bye George,
Ron
You're almost my kinda guy, except you're a little too
good of a writer. I hang out with the beer drinkers, not
those Chardonnay sippin' sons of bitches. Still, when all
is said and done, you make a tall tale...taller.
Keep on keepin' on.