A Year in the Life of Me

image courtesy narcissisticex.comI was reading this article on the tendency to fictionalize memoirs (et tu, Greg Mortenson????) when I came across this particular line:  “And for most of us, A Year in the Life of Me is too dull to pitch to a publisher.”

Well, ouch, and also, true.  The “ouch” is not because I’m trying to pitch my memoir to a publisher, but because it would not be entirely inaccurate to call this blog A Year in the Life of Me.  Darn my narcissism!

Question for the class:  does blogging fuel narcissism or merely give expression to that which already exists?

Still, I don’t want you to miss out on anything important today, so let me tell you that so far:
1.  I loaded the dishwasher and made coffee.
2.  I had coffee, juice and a protein bar for breakfast
3.  I read part of Psalm 119 and the second half of Romans 6 to Baph, along with a lengthy quote from Dorothy Day.
4.  I received a text message from Striker asking me to unplug her straightener.
5.  I killed a spider in the sink.
6.  I listened to Tom Waits’ “Down There By the Train” on YouTube
7.  I’ve wasted over an hour piddling around on the computer.

Having shared that with you, I feel better.  My life is interesting enough to pitch to a publisher.  I’ve got to get an agent.


About Sharon Autenrieth

Wife, mom to 5, homeschooler, Christian Education Director, idealist, malcontent, follower of Jesus.
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2 Responses to A Year in the Life of Me

  1. You didn’t say whether or not you actually did unplug the straightener, or are you saving that for the next chapter of the memoir?


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