Tuesday, 17 February 2009
How To Write Your Life Story
I popped out to visit my egg lady this morning. There she was sitting sunning herself just outside her old barn. She welcomed me with her usual customary cheerful greeting and we stepped inside the deep gloom of the interior. Inside the temperature dropped considerably and we made our way to the back where she set about packing up my usual dozen freshly laid eggs. As usual my heart sank as I surveyed the neat rows and rows of homemade pickles, conserves and other assorted brightly filled bottles. Last night I managed to grind some breadcrumbs and pop them quickly into a container.
Feeling guilty that the modern working woman is no match whatsoever for that generation I was heartened to see on my return a package awaiting me from Hodder publishing. On excitedly ripping open the thick brown envelope there was the book I had been awaiting. How to Write your Life Story by Ann Gawthorpe with of course a section on the phenomenon of blogging. Now as you know I'm a shy retiring creature who wouldn't dream of thrusting herself into the limelight unless it was dragged kicking and screaming in protest but I couldn't help but smile modestly to myself. For there it was for all to see, Sally's Chateau, as the case study. Petit moi. Yes a modern working woman with important copy to write hasn't got time to knock out a non stop conveyor belt of pickles and jams. I shall buy them locally and stick my own labels on. Cheating ? no just using one's initiative.
Anyway I'm now rather tempted to jot down the white knuckle roller coaster ride that my life seems to have consisted of these past years. As the book says, every one's life is unique, with funny, sad, painful, triumphant moments but if my book left people with the feeling that if you want something badly enough in life you will achieve it then it won't be a waste of time. Whoever you are, it is possible. I daresay it would actually help if I read the book How to Write your Life Story first.....
The daffodils are waving their pretty yellow heads around in the garden. The buds on the roses and lilac are appearing at an alarming rate and spring is most certainly in the air. After not having my beloved British TV, yes it is the best in the world, I turned it on and flopped down in anticipation. What is this non-stop dishing up of doom and gloom ? depression now rather than recession. Yes we all know it's tough, yes we all know it's going to get tougher. I've already resigned myself to the fact that as a self employed person I've got to work even harder even longer but I'm optimistic.
I just took my first booking for 2010, now that tells me something.