Okay. I admit it. I'm addicted to my laptop. Before the sun peeks through the slats of the blinds, before I free my whining, "I gotta pee, Momma" puppies into the backyard, before I wash the crusted duck poop from the corners of my eyes, I head to my laptop in the darkness of my kitchen, feel for the "on" button, and push it. Only when I hear the comforting whir of the motor indicating that it's firing up do I tend to my other duties. I also have to admit I do this covertly. When my husband's sleeping. If he were up, I wouldn't dare. He already puts up with me setting my laptop up immediately after coming home from school and being on it most of the evening. If he knew I got on my laptop first thing in the morning, it might be too much for him! Of course, it's not like I actually sit. I stand, sometimes leaning a bent knee on my chair, while I check my facebook, my e-mail, the weather, the school lunch...Well, maybe it would be easier if I did sit. Oh, well. I'm addicted. And now I'm blogging. This may end in divorce. (JK, dear!)
So, you may wonder why I'm calling this The Cinderella Diaries. Last Friday I walked into Cheri W's 7th grade Language Arts class to pick up something I printed. She was showing the original Roger's and Hammerstein's Cinderella, the one from my childhood, the one that inspired dreams of princes and parties and dreams come true. It also inspired the title of this blog.
You see, I've always considered myself a Cinderella. I'm a loner. I sit in the ashes, watch as life goes on around me and dream of what could be. The song, In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whatever I want to be, has always been a favorite of mine. I thought of it when I auditioned for plays, for America's Youth in Concert, and as a singer with The Reflections. I thought of it when I decided to become a teacher, and a wife to Tim, and a mom to my three beautiful children. And, I thought of it the day I started writing my first novel.
This blog will be a diary of my Cinderella stories, complete with the fairy god-mother, the magical pumpkin, the prince, and the wicked step-mother. I hope you enjoy them and feel inspired to share some of your own.
