After reading this post from The Takeaway on what readers would call the movie made about their lives in their mid-twenties, I realized that we're all carrying around such a load of self-effacing, but still hopeful, creative disappointment. With that in mind, here's my list of what the movie of my career could be called:
The Subtle Art of Watching Zombie Movies While Eating Nachos
I'm a Writer. Would You Like Fries with that?
This Would Be a Good Time for a Cigarette If I Hadn't Quit Smoking
Dear Ms. Hagood, We Regret to Inform You…
How Not to Die While Reading a Kindle in the Bathtub
Even My Cat Gave it a Bad Review
Is There a Private Investigator for This?
At Least I'm Not a Serial Killer, Thief, or Dictator.
Thanks for Reading my Blog…Mom
I Wrote a First Novel and Now Use it as a Napkin
Dear Diary, Still Not Famous
I Left My Future in the Hands of Overeducated Turdenators
I Read a lot and Need Glasses. Please Love Me.
Rejection Letter Wallpaper: Despair into Decoration
Who Moved My Cheese?
What would yours be called?