Armoire Full of Memories!

I am going to publish my memoirs. And the raw, dirty work shall begin here, on this "blog". This is where I shall cram my memories, one post at a time, until it reaches critical mass, and then it shall explode like a doomed star and shoot out rays of handsome books, which will settle onto bookshop shelves like clusters of softly clucking seabirds, huddling in the dusk above the roaring surf of critical acclaim...

yes, I do have to work on my writing!

Oh, by the way, I finally looked up the definition of 'Memoirs', and it is actually of French derivation - so fitting! Memoirs - literally, Memory Armoire, or Armoire full of memories. Makes sense. Apparently, before paper was mass producable, most memoirs were indeed made of large wooden cabinets. Hmm.

So then, it begins. I shall not fail at this. I am determined. Just as I am determined to teach my corgi, Prince Mintz-Plasse, how to bark curse words.