This biography lark is working quite well.
That’s what I think, though others may disagree.
I am not familiar with existing biographies, never having read one that I can recall. Not knowing how they are written is probably a good thing as I can invent my own format.
I thought about a chronological form which struck me as intensely boring and confusing. The first chapter dedicated to my first memories would make for tedious reading to put it mildly. So I thought of writing on particular topics. The problem there is that topics are going to overlap and turn the story into a spiders web of interrelated topics and a certain amount of repetition. For example, talking about my cycling experiences is going to overlap timewise with my school memories and so on.
So as you may have gathered, I have started banging out my memories not just of childhood but in some cases my recent past as well [I said it was going to be confusing?]. Having a target of pumping out [fairly] regular scribbles on a particular topic is a good incentive to write. Also I have discovered that concentrating on one particular topic brings back far more memories than a general retrospection.
My intention is to take the relevant posts and stick them all into some kind of book format, with additional stuff tying the pieces together. I don’t know if it will work, but fuck it – I’m having fun remembering. I shall continue [I hope] to post apparently random pieces which will drop in for no apparent reason, so just bear with me.
There is one significant disadvantage to my plan. If I am relying on my ten readers to buy the damned thing then I am going to be disappointed as nearly everything will have appeared here anyway That’s why my provisional title shall be “The Book That Nobody Will Read”. But then that’s not the main purpose of this exercise. The real purpose is that sometime in the future my Grandkids, my Great Grandkids and maybe my Great Great Grandkids will find this dusty old tome up in the attic, will blow the cobwebs off and have a good laugh at how pathetically simple and naive life was back in the latter half of the Twentieth Century.
I just wish my ancestors had tried the same trick.