I’ve read a few biographies over the years but not so many autobiographies. They are very different, at least the ones I have read. Three come to mind 1.Psycho Chicken and Other Foolish Tales by Mike Girard, 2. My Cross to Bear by Gregg Allman and the one I am finishing now, well not right this minute, but as soon as I finish writing this. 3. Wonderful Tonight by Pattie Boyd.
None of them read as a polished “novel” They tend to jump back and forth from subject to subject, date to date, event to event. Almost like the author is sitting having a conversation with a bunch of friends.
It got me thinking I should write my autobiography. I mean really whose life is more interesting, Pattie Boyd’s or mine? All she did was be a model, marry George Harrison and Eric Clapton, and hang with some of the world’s most famous rock and rollers. I on the other hand spent the first couple of weeks of my summer vacation driving from Brookfield Massachusetts to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and back.
That’s me in the first bus. Getting ready to head over the GW Bridge.
If that isn’t exciting enough I also have the ability to drain a well trying to fill a three-foot swimming pool, which by the way only has a water depth of 18″.
Would it be too much for everyone? Would the shock value alone skyrocket the book to #1 on the best seller list? Would my family be able to handle all the publicity? Would it turn me into a coffee guzzling, chocoholic, with white hair and bags under my eyes? OOPS, too late, guess I can’t blame that on the fame.
Perhaps the timing is not right for the release of Ramblin Ann Rambles On. I apologize for getting your hopes up. You will be the first to know when I am comfortable letting it all hang out. Figuratively speaking that is.