"I saw the picture that you sent. Pretty creative, which is consistent with your character," says the someone whose opinion used to matter more than anyone else's.

What a day.

Today I have been bombarded with the word memoir.

1. On my way to work, I listened to Alexandra Fuller being interviewed about her memoir titled Don't Lets Go to the Dogs Tonight. She spoke very intelligently, and I am curious enough now to consider either purchasing it or getting a library card.

2. There is a new course being offered at Barnes & Noble University titled Memoir Writing. I would be interested in doing this course, however I do not feel I have the time to commit to such a venture at the moment.

3. I randomly ran across Bill Shunn's website where he tells about the writing of his memoir. More specifically the tale of his arrest as he was trying to board a flight in Canada while being a missionary for the Morman church. I have read the excerpts and do hope to read more. I have a soft-spot in my heart for people like that, I guess... (Elder Wheeler and Elder Cavanaugh... I know you're out there somewhere, and I hope that we planted as many seeds of doubt in your minds as you tried to plant in ours.)

So anyway, I was thinking that maybe I should just go ahead and write my own memoir. I'm not sure that I would exactly have an audience. I'm not related to anyone influential nor have I done anything extremely breathtaking. I don't know. We shall see. Maybe for next November's NaNoWriMo! :)

To go see Sixpence or not to go see Sixpence.... that is the question.