Nosferatu: The Memoirs of a Vampire

Browsing through Barnes and Noble, I find that the "memoirs" genre is quite popular. The lives of historical figures and present-day celebrities seem to capture the eye of readers, the occasional glancer, and the obsessed historian. I believe we as a society are intrigued by the notion that someone than ourselves could lead such a noteworthy day-to-day existence. We are absolutely sure that these men and women couldn't have the mundane routine that our lives possess. But honestly, the ordinary isn't very exciting, so we are drawn to the extraordinary achievements, the inspiring words of wisdom, or the scandalous romances of the famous. We seek the source to infamy. How did they accomplish this goal? As an amateur humorist, I have to probe deeper into the shallow waters of self-absorbency we all wade in. There is no denying the fact that immortality is on the brain. Countless retellings of Dracula's eternal promenade in the land of the living and the dead has made Bela Lugosi an American Icon. How then, can we live on forever? I must say as I examine the options, the written word does trump the lacerations of the hellion. However, many men can sit in front of their keyboards and go through the exercise of writing their life's stories, but it is a handful that have experienced this world in such a fantastic fashion that oral tradition does not do it justice. It must be archived for the benefit of generations to come. The unresting question replays itself in my mind. I must reflect on my life, and inquire of its legacy. Surely this perceptive will move me to live touching those I encounter in a more positive and productive manner. I plan to make each day I live prose-worthy...all things considered, I've got the New York Best Seller's List to reach.