Yeah, I have just switched on my PC to find out that my piece I submitted to the The Writers Bureau E-zine "Chapter and Verse" has been picked and published on the website. If anybody is interested here is the piece.
On we go swiftly to Jayne Anderson’s piece, which is called, I Will Make it as a Writer. She says this story is ‘100 percent based on my true life experiences’.
When I think back to a year ago, I can honestly say I don’t recognise the person I was. I certainly didn’t like her. The only way to describe past me would be, dull, drab and old- before-her-time. My only mission in life was housework and the school run. It was like my very soul had been sucked out of me.
Then tragedy struck. My partner of ten years and husband of two came home from work, packed his bags and walked out the door into the arms of his mistress. I was absolutely devastated. I had had no idea this was coming and my world fell apart. How would I manage being a single mum to two children under five? What would I do for money? I worked part-time, but I didn’t earn much. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I just felt physically and mentally destroyed.
For the next couple of months I was a wreck. I functioned purely on auto-pilot. I’d drag myself out of bed each day and try my best to carry on as normal. The children gave me a reason to get up. Without them I dread to think where I would’ve been. I was in limbo. There seemed to be no light at the end of the tunnel.
I can remember vividly the moment my life changed. I was at work, and after a particularly challenging phone call, I’d felt close to tears. I’d looked around the office, and thought, do I really want to be sitting here in ten years’ time? Without a doubt the answer was no!
That was the easy part. I had to put a plan of action together and start to re-build my life - the life I had always dreamed of. It wasn’t so long ago that I’d been known as the Party Queen. Nowadays I was in bed most nights before ten o’clock. The highlight of my evening was the ritual soap watching. How had it come to this? My reflection was pretty awful. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d made the effort and worn make-up. My hair was scraped back in a lank pony-tail, and my outfit consisted of a pair of old jeans and a baggy T-shirt, with a coffee stain on the front. This had to change, now! I had always used the excuse that I didn’t have time, or I was running around after the kids. I was a mum, but I was also still a person.
Then came the exciting part; a long-overdue and very expensive, shopping trip. It felt absolutely wonderful. I had so many shopping bags that I had to make a return trip to the car, just to off load some before hitting the rest of the shops. I bought everything I needed to start my new life; make-up, shoes, clothes, handbags, jewellery. A trip to the hairdressers’ came next. I asked for a total re-style. I went in with shoulder-length mousey brown hair and came out with a short, trendy, bob all dark and shiny. Finally, I was starting to look and feel fantastic. I felt like a butterfly emerging for its chrysalis.
The next step I had to take was to stop smoking. My husband had always hated this habit. He’d said I would never quit. I had smoked for 15 years and tried countless times to stop. Every time, within the first few days, I gave in and started again. It was tough, and I did slip up along the way, but 11th August 2010 was the last time I had a cigarette. So now, not only did I look and feel good, I was also saving lots of money and smelling great.
I’ve always loved home make-over shows. I envisioned my house looking like the ones on TV, but my husband liked the creams, beiges and dull colours. He would say, ‘When the kids are older we’ll do it. It’s too much hassle while they’re so young.’ It was my house now, so I could do as I pleased. The thought of two little pairs of hands dabbling in my paint pots filled me with dread. Then an idea struck me, I would get the kids to bed then stay up all night decorating. A bit extreme, but I would have at least eight hours uninterrupted.
Kids tucked up in bed, I armed myself with paint pots and embarked on my task. On a small budget I managed to transform my bedroom into my Mediterranean Oasis. With pale yellow walls, a huge print of the ocean and silk curtains in midnight blue, it was starting to take shape. As a finishing touch, a trip to the seaside was needed to collect some shells. It was now my beautiful, child-free haven. I absolutely loved it! What made it even more satisfying was that I achieved it myself. Of course, that small triumph set the wheels in motion. I have now completely transformed five of the rooms in my house. One of my favourite rooms is now the sitting room, which I originally hated.
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I could always be found scribbling away at some story or idea I’d had. This had dwindled over the last 10 years and I couldn’t remember the last time I had sat down to write anything. Life had got in the way. I went into the loft and dug out all my old boxes and notebooks. The stuff I had previously written was pretty rubbish, but something inside me told me to have another go.
I have proved to myself this year that I can achieve anything I set my heart on. I will simply climb over or find an alternative route around any obstacles that are put in my way. I’m now a new person, with a new outlook and I am determined I will be a published writer, just watch this space. All I can say to my husband is, Thank You for giving me my life back!