The Book of Me -2011 Prolouge

Kay slumped down into her cozy computer chair with a sigh of relief. The kids were in bed and the house was quiet. This was her favorite time of day. Her two beautiful yet rambunctious children took so much out of her each day. Kay loved them with all of her heart... but sometimes she felt so lost in her duties as a mother and wife.

Kay enjoyed the quiet as she reflected on the events of the day. It had been a good day overall. Much better than yesterday at least. Things were always harder when her husband Lewis was out of town on a business trip. The morning had dawned with hope and ambition. Though most of the ambition was lost when she snuggled down into her blankets to get some much desired sleep-in time. Her sweet daughter Page was off track from school. Page was seven and in second grade at the public school close by. Kay liked the track system for the most part. Mostly she enjoyed the three glorious weeks of sleeping in.

This particular morning she had been woken by her 4 year old son Scott. He was a prince for sure. Sweet and adorable in every way. He had pulled her out of bed with sweet pleading for breakfast. After getting him a bowl of yogurt and a Pop Tart she had dove back into her still warm sheets for just a moment more of slumber. Page would be up soon, but would take care of her own breakfast. Kay loved that Page was becoming so self sufficient.

Back in the warmth of her covers Kay let her mind roll over the schedule for the day ahead of her. Laundry needed to be done, the kitchen was an utter mess, the basement needed to be cleaned, the list went on. One thing on the list seemed to catch on her mind, her blog. It had been so long since she had blogged. She new many family members had asked when she was going to up-date it. She had started the new year with such high ambitions to get back to her blog, but the other night when she had tried to post.... the page was empty. She could think of no interesting way to say all that was on her mind. It had always seemed so static and boring to her. Suddenly a thought came to her. Write your life as a story.

What a completely insane idea, she laughed to herself. Write my own life as a story... how weird would that be!? What would I do, rename all the people in my life? Pour out my innermost thoughts as I shared my mundane life and its highlighted moments of humor and joy? But then something changed. Suddenly the idea didn't seem so strange anymore. Her innermost thoughts recorded through the eyes of someone else, someone who wouldn't be so shy to share them. Before she knew it her mind began to write her story. Paragraphs flowed out onto imaginary paper, people and places gained new names, and her bloggers block seemed like days of the past.

But would it work? What if readers find it boring and un-engaging? What if writing it for real was much harder than letting my mind race through the stories? She had never been a writer or even considered the possibility of being an author of any kind. The idea scared her. No. She decided at last. She wouldn't do such a crazy thing. It was time to start the day and put this nonsense to bed where it belonged as she no longer did.

Still here she sat, typing away at her computer when the day was finished. The idea had not left Kay's mind all day. The events of the day had all been mentally transcribed into her imaginary book. The Book of Me, she laughed quietly to herself. What a crazy idea. But as the day drew to a close she found herself drawn to her blog. She wanted to type, to write, to let her thoughts and feelings out. She was excited as her fingers flew across the key board telling the sorted story of crazy idea. It just might work, she thought to herself. It just might work.