“So, where do you want to start, Mrs. Za-Zaloo-”
“Zalewski.” I watch as he unpacks his bag, clicking on a mini recording device. “I’m not sure. I mean, I always dreamed of a book about my life but not written … Like this.” I gesture at him.
“Right, I could see that. Well, just start talking whenever you’re ready then.” He leans back in the chair, his fingers laced together behind his head.
I clear my throat and take a sip if ice water, still mulling over how to start the introduction. “I suppose I could start at the beginning. I could talk about growing up like an only child when I’m really the youngest of seven girls. My mom and dad each had three daughters during their first marriages.
Looking back I went through a lot of emotional ups and downs, being poor and on welfare, doing exceptionally well in school, losing both of my grandfathers during the holidays in the same year…
Then fast forward to my awkward teen years where I struggled with self esteem issues and an undiagnosed eating disorder. I wanted to be recognized for my brains and creativity but accepted by my peers. That’s probably what led me to experiment with sex and drugs. Funny how one can be so smart and stupid at the same time.” I smile wryly.
“But that is just where I came from and a mere scratching of the surface. My life now revolves around my family. My husband and kids. They are my life, really.”
He lightly taps his fingers on the table. “How’d you become a ‘mommy blogger?'”
I shrug. “I always had a passion for writing and blogged on and off since about 2000 or 2001. I lost my job while on maternity leave so that pushed me to make a go of it. Ya know, to actually try to earn a living online.
Don’t get me wrong – I liked my job. Well, I liked the work I did with my clients anyway. We were tossing around the idea of me staying home, but it wasn’t official. I mean, we had a daycare spot reserved with a nonrefundable deposit and everything, but my department’s contract didn’t get renewed.
It made my maternity leave a huge uncertainty but I felt confident deep down that I’d have a job to return to; however, a few weeks into my leave I was informed of the news. Now it seems like a blessing in disguise. Things could have gone very differently if that contract had been renewed.”
He turns off the recorder. Click!
“Reached my limit?” I knew I rambled on too much, but I was still sorting out what to share. What would they really like to know?
“Beyond it. Better hope they ask for a sequel.”
Yes I broke away from the instructions, but I’m one of the bosses so it’s ok! Hope you enjoyed my choice of delivery on this one. I felt inspired to write it differently. Now link up your posts below! I can’t wait to read them.
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