What’s Life About?

Today we went to Barnes and Noble Bookstore, and I compared some of the titles with mine.  There was one that was comparably sensational, but it didn’t look like any books from its stack had been sold.  I guessed the title did not sell books.

The disappointing thing was that I wasn’t tempted to read a memoir unless it was by somebody famous, so that shoots my book.  Who am I?  Good question.  What have I accomplished?  Nothing worth writing about.

Now if I could say I’d attained salvation, that would be worth a read.  But the final say does not come until you’re dead.  I’m not ready for that.         

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