I 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.