I do my best thinking when my head is full of you

All give, no take. Damn me.

I went to a reading at Powell’s last night for a new book called “Not Quite What I Was Planning,” and now I’m hooked. The whole thing is based on a long-ago challenge to Ernest Hemingway to write a story in half a dozen words (he came up with “For sale: baby shoes, never worn”), and the authors thought it would be interesting for regular people to come up with their own six-word memoirs.

Don’t forget who knows your secrets.

Some of the entries include “Overjoyed I’m not like my sister,” “Learning to be great at mediocrity” and “Just in: boyfriend’s gay. Merry Christmas.” Joyce Carol Oates wrote: “Revenge is living well, without you.” Stephen Colbert’s? “Well, I thought it was funny.”

Happiness is being next to you.

Readers are encouraged to write their own. Even if they are not descriptive of an entire life, the six words only have to be true for the moment you write them down.

Lost mind. Never got it back.

I’m obsessed.