Thursday, September 18, 2008

Help Me Choose the Title of my Nonexistent Memoir!

While I haven’t actually written a book, I already have the first couple of pages and the last page figured out. About the author? Done! The dedication? I know how it’s going to read and who’s going to be included in the Acknowledgements (Note: This is a constantly evolving list. Whenever a friend or family member crosses me, I think to myself, “You’re so out of the Acknowledgements.”) I’m not so sure about the 300 pages in between but I’m sure I’ll get there eventually. I also think about titles, often looking at the Times’ best seller lists for inspiration. This is what I’ve come up with so far:

I Feel Great About My Neck

Eat, Pay, Love That My Date Made Me Pay For Myself And Still Expected To Get A Piece At The End Of The Night

The White Runner: My Brief Foray Into High School Track

Three Cups Of Tequila

What To Expect When You’re Expecting One Dude You’re Hooking Up With And The Other Dude You’re Hooking Up With Shows Up Instead

The Tipping Point: When It’s Time To Leave The Bar

The Zero-Hour Workweek

90 Minutes In Line At Pinkberry

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

_The Zero-Hour Workweek_ is catchy, but for you, I was thinking something more along the lines of _How Did My Super Get My Underwear?_

Noelle Hancock said...

Answer: By rifling through my underwear drawer.

me said...

haha love it! please write about Eat, Pay, Love.....can't be any worse than the one you're ripping from

J said...

That's disgusting about your underwear Noelle. There was obviously only one thing to do after discovering that - put the article in question on eBay and make him bid on it along with everyone else.

:o)

Anonymous said...

How about: Where's my Underwear?

BCA said...

from the looks of these comments, there's more people than your super fixated on your undergarments