The Great American Novel

Somewhere in my twisted little mind, I've decided that it would be a good use of my time to write a book. Well, I wouldn't call it a book. More like a "writing" at this point as I'm not sure where it's going or where I'd even like it to go. I have decided a few things in relation to it though. Primarily, I'm just going to sit down and write and let the "writing" have a life of it's own. When I get enough together then maybe I'll start separating out chapters and doing some editing but for right now it's just writing for it's own sake. Secondly, I'm writing about what I know and what I know best is me. Seems like kind of a funny thing for average joe guy to be writing what is essentially his memoirs but it appears at this time that is indeed what I'm doing. It could be argued that I'm not really serious about this and it's just something to do as I sit at Caribou Coffee and sip a tall foo-foo coffee every morning but, well, call it what you will. Maybe I'm on the road to fame as the next great literary mind of my time and maybe it's all just mental masturbation. At any rate, here's a blurb written just today. Tell me what you think:

"The adults would split up with the women in the kitchen gossiping and cleaning and the men sitting in the living room and watching the game. Later on I was old enough to partake in this ritual. The men would get comfortable, kicking up their feet, and watch whatever game was on. Each of us would have a glass of wine or beer or some other drink in hand. In very short order, one at a time, we’d all fall asleep and start snoring. Most of us would spill the drink we had. An hour after dinner the living room was full of snoring Italian men with wet laps. In today’s enlightened era it may seem barbaric that the women were cleaning while the men drank and watched TV but I really believe that the women spent their time in the kitchen snickering at their respective spouses and believing that they had the better end of the deal."