Socrates famously declared, "The unexamined life is not worth living." I would agree with that. But how about this one by me, "The edited life is worth writing?"
I am currently editing my journal of seven years to be published as a Kindle book on Amazon.com. There are over five-hundred entries to sift through. I hadn't read the majority of them after they had been originally published here at Morrissey-Solo and/or at my MySpace blog. Some of them don't warrant being put in a book e.g. lyrics, copy and paste articles and poems. Others are dull or too simplistic e.g. one-liners such as "I am happy."
Some are quite blunt and politically incorrect--possibly causing offense. Others may appear antagonistic. And then there are those unguarded moments of sensitive introspection and disclosure that may cause embarrassment to those I love. I hope not, because I never aim to gratuitously hurt the feelings of others, and I am not a spiteful nor revengeful soul. And yet, I don't aim to please nor placate. That's not my style. (* Edited 5/26/11 ~ Felt some remarks were insensitive. I guess I do care how my words affect others. If I didn't, I'd have no business writing a book.)
I am not including any comments. Sorry folks. But when put inside a book format they just don't work e.g. one-liners without interesting commentary, profanity, vulgar ad hominem attacks to my fragile ego. And although sweet compliments given to me are much appreciated, they probably are only cherished by me as well. But if comments are your cup of tea, you can always peruse them here in my journal archives or at my blog on MySpace.
Some chapters of my life have sort-of-gone missing, like my marriage from 2005-2010. Wishful editing?
Is this edited version life of mine worth writing? I think it is. But I'll let you be the final judge.
Cover of Book