Potential Titles for the Great American Novel That I Might Write Someday

I had a small piece published by The New York Times Room For Debate column about yoga and narcissism.  I was really excited about it at first, but then I started to worry that this is going to be the pinnacle of my writing career. So, I decided it’s time to get serious about writing a book. First step, of course, is a name. That’s as far as I’ve gotten. And I can’t seem to narrow it down. Can you guys help me?

1

Thank You For Confirming Our Delusions

(Thanks to erstwhile graphic designer Matthew Teague Miller)

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2

The Truth About My Lunch

(Inspired by a particularly bad customer service experience at hippie hangout Cafe del Sol in Mill Valley)

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3

That’s What the Incense is For

(Inspired by Six Feet Under and some dead peonies I just couldn’t throw away)

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4

Does Not Play Well With Others

(Inspired by my personality)

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5

Languish & Flounder

(An unfortunately apt summary of my life)

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6

I Like The Dirty Stuff

(A memoir about pottery)

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7

See How You Are?

(My all time favorite memoir title was already taken — Why I’m Like This — so this is my runner-up choice in the category of blaming other people for my problems)

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8

The Attention Seekers

(A dissy memoir about my time in the yoga world)

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9

Histrionical

(This one is self-explanatory I think, and my current favorite)

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In the meantime, I decided to start a page on my blog to Virgoneurotically keep track of the books I read this year. Check it.