For the past year five years, I have been working on a memoir and now re-reading it; who cares? I can't imagine a reader watching, and I don't even care. The fact that I just completed 54,000 words on the day I was born is... well, egotistical. To sit at my desk in front of a computer or two, for six hours a day, to focus on only me, and how "me' is so important to..." me" is really too much. Not to sound egotistical, I tried to write about people around me, that made "me" a better or exciting person. But after studying the facts, and looking at various photo albums, I concluded that "me" is not really that interesting.
You might ponder a second edition… You could have a zoom party, and pedal NFT’s.
There in dispensing of the paper and frames.
Excellent and humorous too. By the way your published memoir is a gem. Thanks. I also like the music of Robert Wyatt.