LET me introduce myself. My name is... no, hang on, I don’t want to do that.
For the purposes of this blog, I will henceforth be known as Fading Rock Chick. It sums me up to a tee, really.
That’s me in the photograph above, in my former days as a carefree biker. Before the grey hair necessitated expensive trips to the hairdresser. Before becoming a mother turned my bottom to jelly. Before middle age creased my forehead. Before I had to learn how to fill in a divorce petition.
The bike had to go a while back, though I still harbour dreams of getting another one. It’s not very practical on the school run, I admit, but there’s nothing can beat it for a sense of freedom - something a newly single mum aches for.
At the moment I don’t even have a car, so the school run is carried out via Shanks’s pony, much to the chagrin of my four-year-old daughter, who manages to make a 20-minute walk last 30 minutes there, several hours back.
I have to count my blessings, though. I do still have a house. And a cat.
Unfortunately, I also have a mortgage, and huge cat food bills (The Cat is very fussy. He’s the one out of 10 who won’t touch Whiskas).
Nevertheless, although my hair colour now comes out of a bottle, I still have my own teeth, for which I am eternally grateful.
So why am I writing this blog? Why on earth would I want strangers to read my innermost thoughts and find out about the minutiae of my (let’s face it, pretty mundane) life?
Is it an egotistical exercise, designed to make me feel like a proper writer with something worthwhile to impart to others? Partly, I suppose.
Is it because I want to find an outlet for all those feelings and random sentences which mill round my brain on a regular basis? Definitely.
You often hear authors say that they have to write, even if no-one’s going to read their work. I’ve often felt that way, though I don’t believe I have the stamina or skill to write a novel (I’ve started a few over the years, but they’ve always petered out after a couple of chapters.)
My job used to revolve around writing, giving my creativity space to roam free, but for some years now I’ve been chained to a desk at work, unable to write more than a few words.
So here I am. Compelled to speak into the darkness of cyberspace.
Even if no-one’s listening.
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Bridget ,The Revolutionary wrote...
Hello Fading Rock Chick,
I have an 18mth old son. I am not so recently single, rather an experienced three years single. I too was promted into reaching into the abyss of divorce land. I was, pre pregnancy days, a business woman enjoying La vida care free. I became single and divorced when my son was only six weeks old. Like you I have spent the last three years trying to regain financial stability with a huge mortgage and a new baby.
I was brave like you and took the leap into single parenting darkness, and have decided to flick through the blogs, in hope of finding inspiring people... just like you. I will await my approval and then I will see you in blog land as women of influence is born!
My friends say I am Bridget Jones, or at least how she would be with a child in our situation. So I will sign off as Bridget, The baby revolutionary, self help book personified.
I think Flowering Rock Chick is a good name, as reading what I have read so far, I think you have only just begun, and far from fading!
Posted by: Bridget ,The Revolutionary | April 12, 2007 11:31 PM