Six Words
Maureen McHugh

Not Quite What I Was Planning is a collection of autobiographies in six words. The premise comes from the anecdote that Hemingway (perhaps to settle a bar bet?) wrote a short story in six words.
For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn.
Several sf writers have written Sfnal versions of this for Wired.
It cost too much, staying human.
- Bruce Sterling
We kissed. She melted. Mop please!
- James Patrick Kelly
Then comes this book. Autobiography in six words. Online storytelling magazine SMITH asked readers to submit six-word memoirs and culled the best. Of course, now I lay in bed attempting to compose mine.
An observer; husband, son brought reality.
But in ten minutes I’ll decide that’s wrong.
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6 Comments »

March 5th, 2008 at 1:48 pm
I’ve adopted something from one of the Miles Vorkosigan books by Lois McMaster Bujold, as my central life tenet:
The only true wealth is biological.
Am even working on a song with that as the tag line….
March 5th, 2008 at 5:00 pm
Too much compression, even for me.
Lost God, ex. Found writing, love.
Thanks for noticing, Maureen!
March 5th, 2008 at 6:43 pm
It was one of the best, Jim.
March 5th, 2008 at 11:47 pm
Up. Out. Sing. Cry. Second wind.
March 6th, 2008 at 10:16 am
Toys beckon. Ponds pale in comparison.
March 6th, 2008 at 7:29 pm
Sixth sense is that of time