A very short memoir

Yesterday I was talking with someone about my most/least favorite subject these days: What I am going to write next.

"Well," she said, "when I got to the end of the first book, and then I saw where you are now, I wanted to know how you got from there to here. And I think a lot of your other readers will want to know that, too. Since the first memoir covered things that were twenty years in the past, and the second one is more in the present, why don't you write about what happened in between? Maybe that could be the next book."

"I'm grateful for the suggestion," I said. "And I'm glad people want to know how I got from there to here. Unfortunately, that's a one-word story: Therapy."

So...there! I just finished my third book!

Comments

[Danika]

Ha! Well if therapy was the help and contents of the entire book....good! :)But yeah I am entirely interested in the in-between...as you know, I asked you a lot about that when I first started writing you. But it would make a good book.

[Georgia]

I second (or third) that sentiment wholeheartedly. My interest was particularly piqued when you thank your father in the acknowledgements, since he is almost completely asbsent and otherwise pretty nasty-sounding in the content of the book. Therapy is fascinating.

[Florence]

hi janice!

i am certain you won't remember this -- but this was my reaction after reading your fine book, too: when's the sequel coming out?

it looks like i'm not the only one...

xoxo,
florence :D

[satia]

Oh give me a break. One word?

Therapy. Sex. Heartbreak. Great food. Some poems. More therapy. Degree. Therapy. Another degree. More sex. More therapy. More hearbreak. More great food. Trip here. Trip there. Meet Bill.

See? At least 28 words. Don't sell yourself short. But if I wrote a memoir of those same years mine would probably have one or two more words. But that's only because I had three children at the time so really . . . that's not fair of me.