Friday Fun is a group post from the writers of the NHWN blog. Each week, we’ll pose and answer a different, get-to-know-us question. We hope you’ll join in by providing your answer in the comments.
QUESTION: What would you title your autobiography? Feel free to share some insight as to the title, too!
Wendy Thomas: I’m actually working on two memoir manuscripts. The first is called Lessons Learned from the Flock – it’s based on the stories from my blog and describes the life lessons I’ve learned from living with kids and chickens in New Hampshire. The second memoir (which is really autobiography) has the working title of A Tick and a Chick – it tells the stories of Lyme disease in our family and weaves in the story of our crippled chick; Charlie who taught me a few life lessons about dealing with disability, chronic illness and pushing chicks out of the nest.
Julie Hennrikus: My autobiography would be called Blessed. I have a wonderful, packed, zany, busy, blessed life. Opportunities that I never could have imagined have presented themselves. Even the obstacles have had their long term benefits. So I live in a place of incredible gratitude, in recognition that I am truly blessed.
Lisa J. Jackson: I’ve named the biography I’m writing about my parents, My Parents Drink Mushroom Juice from a Pickle Jar and Other True Stories. It’s a true (and funny) compilation of stories from over the years of things they’ve done that have stressed me out and been hilarious after-the-fact. There’s never a shortage of fodder for this book.
As for my autobiography, it’d be something fun like Living an Orgasmic Life: How Following My Bliss Led to Awesome Adventures with Positive People. Because I’m am darn satisfied with this life I’ve created for myself.
Jamie Wallace: Oh, good gods. I’ve never even contemplated writing an autobiography. I’m not sure if I’ve even read an autobiography, or a biography for that matter. I’ve read collections of non-fiction essays by Kurt Vonnegut, Ann Patchett, and Anna Quindlen, but that’s not really the same thing, is it? As you can imagine, it’s tough to pick a title for a never-conceived (never mind nonexistent) autobiography, but how about this: Learning to Drive.
I turned forty-five last month and while I haven’t yet succumbed to a full-blown mid-life crisis, the somewhat momentous number did get me thinking about how far I’ve come and how far I’ve yet to go. Much of my life’s journey has been the result of following the path of least resistance. It’s only in the last decade or so that I’ve actually begun to “take the wheel,” as they say, and learn how to become the driving force in my own life. I would hazard a guess that I’m not the only one to wake up one morning wondering, “How the hell did I get here?!?” As David Byrne said, “This is not my beautiful life.” So Learning to Drive would be an apt title to chronicle my journey towards a more intentional and self-aware life. I’m still working on it.
Deborah Lee Luskin: It would be a memoir, not an autobiography, and would be about living in place, since where I am (literally and figuratively) seems most important to who I am. But would it interest anyone else? Ah, there’s the rub!