Should I write an autobiography?

I wrote poems, stories, and editorials at www.allpoetry.com from 2010 to yesterday. Today for some reason the website doesn't want to load up. Would I be devastated if the website disappeared and I was unable to locate all of my writing for the past 14 years? A bit. But as a writer, it just keeps flowing and often I'm redundant so "new and improved" is really just recycled ideas with a fresher voice and a sharpened skill. It's all good whatever happens, but I'm wondering today if I should really try to put an autobiography book together.

I've tried to write the stories of my memories. I wrote stories about my jobs. I wrote stories about my friendships. I wrote stories about time with my mother and family. I wrote stories about romance based on my experiences. Do I think my story is worthy of book status? No more or less worthy than anybody else's story. Yet for all the miracles I've seen and can testify to, my story would not be believable, and instead would be called "boring" --- so is it really worth all the effort of putting the book together just for that kind of response? I really don't know.

Here's the abridged and extremely condensed synopsis of my story. You be the judge. Let me know if you think this story is worthy of publishing with all the details.

I was born in Saddlebrook, New Jersey on April 22, 1971. I don't remember it but that's what I've called my truth for 53 years. My mother's maiden name was Isabella Mauric, but she had lots of other names. According to the birth certificate, my father's name was Donald Angermeyer. He was a red headed Irish German man. So my blood mix according to the facts I was given was Yugoslavian/Italian and Irish/German. It's quite a mix. But that's just this life as Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman. In previous lives I was not any of those. How do I know? I can not prove that, but I believe it enough to say I know.

I lived in New Jersey for the first 11 years of my life. I went to many schools in New Jersey because my mother married three times while we lived in New Jersey. I started school at a Catholic Daycare, then went to George Washington Public School for Kindergarten which is located in North Bergen county. I began first grade at another school, the one that catered to the Moonachie families. I began second grade at School #2 in West New York, New Jersey while I lived that year at my grandmother's place on Park Avenue. I began third grade at Franklin Elementary in Sussex County while my mother and I resided with her 3rd husband in Branchville, New Jersey. I began fourth grade at Anne Klien Elementary school in Hudson county, while we resided in a glamourous condominum in Guttenburg. I attended Franklin again for fifth grade, but finished fifth grade at #2 school. I began 6th grade at a school catering to the Mahwah families, but ended 6th grade at a school for the Bartow, Florida families. I began 7th grade at Booker T. Washington middle school in Ybor City. I attended McLane Jr. High School for 8th and 9th grade in Brandon, Florida. I attended Deerfield Beach High School for 10th grade in Florida. I finished my last two years of high school at Bloomingdale High School, in Valrico, Florida. How many schools did I attend to achieve my high school diploma? Twelve schools. Is that boring or interesting? Maybe as interesting as how many jobs and cars I've had.

Let me know what you think. I don't think I'll write the autobiography unless I really believe that it is wanted.