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My friend Julia Gordon-Bramer put me up to this. In fact, I'm sitting at her computer right now. She took all my pics. I just asked her what I should write in this section. I'm drawing a blank. She just went into the kitchen and said, "I'm going to make a few calls." I'm still drawing a blank. I'm a writer. Blanks aren't good.Julia just returned. She chuckled, "Okay, why don't you say something about the memoir you're writing." And then she said, "New paragraph."Julia's an editor.She just asked me if I wanted anything to drink. "No, I'm fine," I said.Julia's memoir, "Night Times," is going out to publishers right now. Even as we speak. I'm excited for her. I read it. It's great. You'll love it. You should check out her website, I'm writing for nighttimes.com. I'm a music journalist. I also enjoy interviewing rock stars. Check out my first big rock star interview by going to nighttimes.com . Whoops, Julia just came in. She's in the chair next to me. She said, "Okay, hope you don't mind, I'll just read over your shoulder." I said, "No, I don't mind." Then she laughed and said, "Tell them about your memoir!" And then she got up and now she's playing pac-man in the corner.I'm writing a memoir called "The Moon Startled Me (A Prayermonger's Memoir). Someone recently informed me that "Startled by the Moon" is the more literary choice. Someone else misundertood my title and now assumes it to be, "The Moon Stalked Me." Someone else also told me that, technically, I'm a prayermongress since I am a woman. But that just doesn't sound right. Prayermongress? What's that? Julia just encouraged me to talk about why I am writing a memoir. When Julia and I hang out--it's like two memoirs talking to one another. She's talking to me right now ... like a memoir. "Tell them that you've recovered from a rare, life-threatening illness and that your memoir deals with this."I've recovered from a rare life-threatening illness and my memoir deals with this. The name of my former disease is long and ugly; it has three words and two hundred syllables. Any disease with three words is fatal. Most patients who can't pronounce their own disease, die after two months. I survived for three months before I had achieved any kind of sustainable pronounceability. I lived! It's a miracle!Just an aside here--my profile states that I'm a Virgo but I just want you to know that I don't believe in astrology. I hate name tags; how much less would I like the Virgo tag? I'm not comfortable with people defining my essence according to the random arrangement of yellow dots in a dark sky. Wait, it's not random. Whew, just wanted to clear the air. No offense to those of you who like stars.