When I Grow Up I Want to Be A Writer

I’ve often thought about writing a book. A memoir perhaps. Everyone is writing memoirs these days. Every time you turn around there’s a new biography on the shelf.

I can understand writing a memoir if you’ve lived a long, interesting, productive life. I’m certainly at the age where I can do this. Would anyone read it? Maybe. Maybe not. What blows me away are the people, certain celebrities, who feel the need to either write or have a biography written for them. OK, some are definitely worth reading. Especially the rock star bios. They are all the same: learned to play guitar when I was ten, formed a band and practiced in my garage, got some gigs, got some more gigs, started doing drugs, got a record deal, signed with a producer, did more drugs, went to rehab, got out of rehab, went on tour, broke up with the band, went back on drugs, started a new band…the cycle continues. Old rock stars never die. They play gigs at country fairs or get a part in Pirates of the Caribbean.

And I love the bios of teeny bopper celebs. These kids are barely out of Pampers and they have a memoir already. And this one had a nervous breakdown and that one had to be hospitalized due to exhaustion. Tsk, tsk. Such a difficult life. Worthy of a $24.95 hard cover. Are you kidding me?? Who reads this stuff? I know. Other teeny boppers who want to be just like them.

I’ve actually read some really good memoirs. Not necessarily by super famous people. Just ordinary folk like you and I. Some were inspirational and some were laugh out loud hilarious. Everybody has a story to tell.  Even me.

After all. Isn’t that what this blog is all about?