because i do not have a reality show...yet

So, I really want to write a book. I like to think that I am motivated enough to take the time to organize my thoughts and package them together snuggled between 2 paper walls depicting an epic battlefield watercolor or cartoon woman walking down the street wearing pumps and applying lipstick. The only reason I am hesitant is because I have no interest in writing a work of fiction. Therefore I can either publish a novel about Gunning Bedfood Jr and his wooden leg or I can write a memoir. Clearly the memoir would allow me to do significantly less research and lessen the risk of being sued by the Gunning Bedford Jr Wooden Leg Alliance. However the memoir path requires me to superglue my life events together and carefully arrange them in a cohesive, interesting and understandable story that would climax with me unearthing some life affirming realization..followed by actually getting people intrigued enough to read it. Don't get me wrong, I think that my life is very interesting and book-worthy, just not to anyone except my cats. This is the position I find myself in today...leading me to blog. I hope to use this to compile my life and hopefully get one step closer to my second most desired goal in life of being an author. Obviously participating in a filibuster will always remain number one.