The lightbulb has not yet gone off… (in a way of speaking)
Am I the only one who doesn’t particularly care to read about deep dark family secrets that come to light during the course of a book? Am I the only one who thinks there are waaaay too many books who use that on their backcover blurb? Am I the only one who doesn’t have a deep, dark family secret?
Maybe I just haven’t yet uncovered my family’s deep, dark secret. Maybe it’s just itching to come out during the course of my book-worthy life. This is a possibility I had not considered. Hmmm. (Mom, if you’re reading this, don’t give me any hints.)
I am personally a little iffy on the whole memoir trend. I mean, if your life has played out such that it is worth strangers reading about it, then by all means, write yourself a memoir. But if it really hasn’t, and is perhaps instead somewhat embarrassing, save yourself the trouble (and the embarrassment). I have had what I believe to be some really astonishing, dare I say, even hilarious things happen in my life, but compared to what has happened to other people, I’d say I’ve been pretty hum-drum. At least from a write-your-own-memoir perspective.
That doesn’t mean that some of my anecdotes wouldn’t make some great material for works of fiction, because as we all know, quite often, truth is funnier than fiction, and at times, even more unbelievable.
So what is the point of this post, you might ask? I don’t really know. But rather than ponder that question, it seems my time would be better spent sleuthing out my family’s deep, dark secret. Because as far as I can tell, they (the deep, dark secrets) are pretty darn common.
Feel free to reveal yours in the comments. Anonymity is available.