It’s imperative that you give your memoirs a name before you transition to the next life and then someone finds them in your attic and slaps an awful title on them like, “I Was a Big Fool With a Flabby Ass.”
Even if you haven’t written the book yet, it’s urgent that you think up a title you can live with and then copyright it immediately so your life story will have an appellation that’s zippy and utterly worthy of you.
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Think really hard, and you’ll come up with a title memorable enough to stand on the shelf next to classics like “Don’t Hassel the Hoff,” “Secrets of a Sparrow,” and “SeinLanguage.”
For mine, I’m wavering between “Schlock of Ages” and “A Streetcar Named Desperation.”
You?