So you’re famous! Congratulations!
You’ve spent years building up enough fans/cash/scandal/failed relationships/headlines/backhanders/gratuitous nudity, to be recognised on the street! Well done, you!
Now all you need is to bung out the first volume of your autobiography. After all, a few million in royalties will give you some extra pocket money, and your bad habits have been catching up with you a bit lately. There is also a teeny tiny chance you might be about to be indicted.
On the other hand – perhaps you’re not famous at all yet. Perhaps you’re sitting down right now in your PJs and bunny slippers; a startlingly huge hole, for no discernable reason, in the pocket of your dressing gown. All the same, you’re imagining your autobiography, for, you know, when you’re famous.
But what to call it?
What do you call your life, ladies and gentlemen?
It’s a big ask. But I’m here to help. Let the Showbiz / Political Autobiography Book Title Generator put you out of your misery.
(I know. It’s been a while since the title generators for Chick-Lit, Crime Thrillers and Literary Fiction. But once you start…)
It’s all about Me Me Me, gentlepersons. So in that vein, here’s mine…
TARA SPARLING: My Spirited Pilgrimage
(Hey, Famous Me sounds happy! Or perhaps just belligerent. But let’s not worry about that right now.)
What’s yours? Go on. Tell me before you get famous, and forget all about me.
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Tara Sparling writes 
My Inspired Peace, or My Inspired Silence (depending on how you want to handle ‘O’ names). Either way, looks like the universe is telling me to shut the hell up. 😀
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Ah no. My Inspired Peace in particular smacks of exactly the sort of sanctimonious self-absorption that no good celebrity autobiography would be without. I think you’ve a winner there. (Just telling you now: I want oversight of any and all pages that mention my name. I’m sure there will be several HAHAHAHAHA!!!)
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_My Courageous Silence_. I could have been complaining, but I bravely resisted. That one time.
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It’s that one time that defines the celebrity life, Fionna. The one time your top fell off… the one time you lodged the generous political donation to your own account (entirely in error) instead of the party’s account… the one time you were caught on camera making an impassioned hate speech about an identifiable minority. I see no reason why it can’t be about the one time someone was silent. Equal opportunities, and all that.
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Did you change it? Did you just swap ‘O’ and ‘H’ surnames, or did I actually think, at some point, that my surname began with a ‘H’?
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I’m afraid I didn’t change it. Is it true then, that you have in fact changed your name from Fabula Higglestooting to Fionna O’Sullivan? You have Your Courageous Peace, though. So courageous.
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My Ultimate Tempest! Yeah, that’d be about the long and the short of it… :O
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At least it’s all in the past now, Carolann… calm seas now and more than enough time to get typing 🙂
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Alison Jack – My Tremendous Gateway. Hah! Just the sort of title to make me say, ‘No, I don’t want to read that!’
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But it depends on what you get famous for, doesn’t it? Could be the read of the century! 😉
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Reblogged this on theowlladyblog.
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Any particular spirit was that Tara? 😛
OK – as usual I’ll hedge with various ‘guises so it’s My Fearless Battle/Silence using my ‘real’ names and My Inspired Battle with the ole nom de plume de ma tante
Looks like it’s gotta be a Battle then lol
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It’s battles all round, for definite. Unless, that is, you want to have a silent battle. Adjectifying one of your nouns is permissable under the Multiple Pseudonyms Act of 1872, reinforced by the “Make Em Up As You Go” Social Media Directive of 2012 Clause VIII (ii) (a) 1.6 (X). But you knew that!
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“My Brazen Silence”? I was thinking more along the lines of “My Brazen Head”…
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There’s no reason at all you can’t have My Brazen Head. But doesn’t that sound a bit more like an, erm, movie? 😉
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Lady Annmarie: My Tremendous Conquest
the SCANDAL!
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And the only question that remains… just how many people will you take down with such formidable scandal? I would be disappointed if any less than 57. Just sayin’
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My Hopeful Tempest. Hmmm….Yes I could have a go at writing that.
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Indeed you could! And here’s a thought – just substitute “Her” for “My” and hey presto – 1960s Mills and Boon smash!
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Or what about, just, His Tempest, no…no…The Devil’s Tempest…..Temptress…..The Devil’s Temptress. Yes! Oh, I want to go and write that now. Thank you!
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That is PERFECT. Do you know, I love how the writer’s mind works. The intricate thought processes… the lightening strikes of spontaneous genius… the painful intellectualism of lateral logic progression… if anyone else knew how this worked, Elaine, we would have to shoot them.
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Now there’s a literary crime thriller. Literally literary. Try saying that when you’re tired and emotional.
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I can’t even say that when I’m caffeinated and apathetic. But you’re right. The Name Of The Rose can sit in a corner and WEEP.
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Tears of the Rose. You’ve got me going now. Better in French though…Les larmes de la rose. Yes. Stick that in yer marmite, M Gide.
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Oh my God. It’s a smash hit! You do the first 63 chapters, perform the actual murders, and I’ll get the coffee, and some stain remover.
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You’re on.
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