Everybody’s Writing A Memoir But Me

Memoirs. I’ve always been very impressed by my fellow bloggers who have written – or are in the process of writing – their memoirs.

It’s not something I’m ever likely to attempt. I believe I have made it clear already that any memoir I tried to write would be very short and exceedingly uninteresting.

I can't even design a decent book jacket.

I can’t even design a decent book jacket.

I’ve not had exciting jobs or met fascinating people. I’ve not dined with opera singers or hung out with rock stars. I haven’t even had a riveting childhood. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my childhood, but it certainly isn’t filled with tales of deprivation or neglect – the usual stuff of memoirs.

So you can imagine how thrilled I was to discover that my youngest son is writing his memoir. He’s only twelve but I am sure – from what I have heard – that he is writing an account of his Life So Far.

How do I know this? He keeps coming and asking me for vocabulary advice.

“What’s it called when someone punches their fist into their other hand?” (I couldn’t answer that one. What is that called??)

“What do you call it when you say something and the other person completely overreacts and how you then react to that?” Shocked? Surprised? Stunned? Stunned. That’s the word he was looking for.

I can’t wait to read it.


I’m joking about it being a memoir. Please don’t call the Child Protection services.


Pardon? What is he writing, then? No idea. He’s writing. That’s enough to know, don’t you think?



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21 thoughts on “Everybody’s Writing A Memoir But Me

  1. Oh, yes! That’s awesome to hear…always encouraging when they begin to find their way toward something productive instead of just existing in what they’re given, huh? Am hopeful he’ll allow you to post a few glimpses of his masterpiece on here!

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  2. Love the stories that kids write — I don’t have any of my own, but a few friends are always sharing the stories that their children write… fun stuff — I particularly fond of the ones that don’t yet feel trapped into traditional story-telling conventions.
    “So, why is there a giraffe here all the sudden?” “Duh… because he needs a giraffe.”


    • The middle one did the same when he was the same age. In fact, his teacher was so impressed with his story she said she’d try and get it published when he finished it. He never did. Lost interest, moved on to something else (now he makes computer games and animations). Gee, can’t imagine where he gets that from…


  3. Jane Austen. Emily Bronte. Emily Dickinson. None of them got out much. Great writers though. Fascinating lives. Even without husbands or kids ; )


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