This wasn’t my idea, I want to make that clear before I begin. It was Janette’s idea (she’s my older sister).  She said to me one day in a phone conversation, “Hey Fiona” (that’s how she said it, “hey Fiona”, as though “hey” is a part of my name. She always starts her sentences to me in that way).

“Hey Fiona, why don’t you do one of those blog-thingys. You know, write about your rise to stardom and all that.”

“You mean my fall from stardom?”

“No, I mean your rise. It’ll make great entertainment.” Great entertainment?

She’s like that, Janette is. She routinely says things without sparing a thought as to how sad she makes my life sound. As though my struggle to make ends meet should be a source of entertainment/amusement to others.

“Why on earth would I do that?” I asked her, trying hard to keep my cool. She can’t help it, I know that. She’s always been like that.

“Well, you never know who might read it. Some hotshot producer who wants to turn it into a television drama with you in the starring role.”

That did get me excited, momentarily, only long enough to remember who the suggestion was coming from. You see Janette just happens to BE the hotshot producer. Well almost. I’ll tell you about that later.

“Think of it as a diary, only one you actually want people to read. It’s the perfect way to get yourself out there again.” 

Then she had to go because she had to collect her children (aka the spawns of Satan) from their afterschool club.

I was left alone with my thoughts; maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. I have nothing better to do with my time, so why the hell not?