Introducing Yellow Dollhouse Girl

I've decided to start a blog that will work in conjunction with the memoirs I've recently begun to write. Along with my weight loss blog - which details the adventures of a Fat Bottomed Girl (me) - I am hoping that writing more about my life will help me to see how I got to where I am at in my life in the first place. (If that makes any sense).

Here, I will write about my childhood, my adulthood, and everything in between. I've been working on my memoirs: Yellow Dollhouse: Tales of an Ordinary Woman for about six months now. I recently finished it when I participated in the NANOWRIMO Writing Contest for 2009. I was pleased to win this contest and have been focused on editing my memoirs ever since. (That's going to be a long process, folks!)

Here are a few exerpts from my memoirs, just to give you an idea about me, who I am, where I've come from, and where I may - may - be heading. Enjoy!

... The movies and Hollywood, of course, are built on fantasy. It should be no surprise that I often create elaborate fantasies in my Hollywood Diva mind. Ever the drama queen, then tensions hit a high on the home front, I love to escape into my “single woman, never married and kid less” fantasy.
In my single life fantasy, I live in a loft-style apartment in an old mill building overlooking a grand downtown. The city I live in is a small one. It’s artistic and eclectic. On Friday nights, there are Art Gallery Walks and there is always a poetry reading going on somewhere. I live with two cats in this fantasy – Sylvia and Jane. Sylvia is black and dark and Jane is white and Persian. Both have personalities of their own and both are so smart they are almost able to talk to me when I come home with one man drama or another.
Friday nights are Chinese food night. Saturdays are for sushi. Sunday is for sleeping in and not bothering to shower. I write on Sundays and Sylvia and Jane curl up in my lap while I sleep. I don’t go out much on weekends, preferring to mate with a good book – deep in someone else’s love story or drama.
My loft walls are lined with bookshelves of poetry and writing books. I have a hard oak desk facing the busy front window of my apartment, overlooking the street. One wall is made from brick, painted white. I stare out onto the street while I write – the window cracked and my smoke billowing out of it as I sip on red wine. When I am bored or fidgety, I slip on some comfy Ugg boots and walk outside – being treated to the sounds of the city and inspired from the smells coming from coffee houses and local breweries.
This place I describe is similar to Main Street in Brattleboro. But in single and kid less life, the town is a bit bigger than Brattleboro – more bustling and similar to Northhampton, Mass. Perhaps it is a college town, giving it a youthful and quirky spirit. Unusally safe, it’s located somewhere in New England, possibly by the coast. It’s friendly spirit welcomes tourists and the many ma and pa shops on the streets are welcoming to travelers. Book readings, poetry spits, art shows, and theater are big here but not all that’s here. There is a history to this town and the people who live here are fiercely community oriented and protective of its heritage.
In my single and kid less life, I work as an associated press reporter and a freelance magazine writer. Based at home, I set my own schedule and work out of my apartment. I write all night and roll out of bed around noon. An automatic tea maker helps me to get my days started as I call in for stories and assignments. Often, I am able to come up with my own assignments, using the people and character of my place to lead me to interesting tales.
The men I date in this life are attractive and interesting. They are artists and creators. They understand creativity and are interested in things like the theater and photography. They prefer black and white photography – developed old style in a dark room – to digital high tech artwork. They are graphic designers, advertisers and writers. These men think outside the box and are not adverse to going to vegan buffets or trying out the latest juice bar in town. They are cultured and have more audio books than they do music albums on their Ipods. They view tattoos as art and most have full sleeves of ink on their arms. These men are liberal but not so outspoken about it that they are obnoxious. They are able to see two sides to things and don’t view the world as simply black and white.
I am not serious about any of the men in my single and kid less world. Having more than one lover at a time and open relationships suits me. I am a free spirit hippie and the men I date are no different. Occasionally, our open relationships merge into “love puddles” and things get a bit on the kinky side. With each man, I share something different – perhaps a love for art or tea pots with one, antiquing and flea marketing with another, writing with another, and an appreciation for the arts with finally another. There may be women too. These women are like minded and buxom. They are down to earth and gentle spirits who smell of patchouli and are envious of my natural curls. They are curvy and crazy all at the same time. They have names like Lilly and Star. They are not envious or needy and they all smoke far too many cigarettes.
In my single and childless world my nick name is Lola. I don’t know why I am so attracted to this name, perhaps because it's my "skinny chick" name, but I think it suits me. At least it suits me in this fantasy land. Lola is the kind of person who listens to National Public Radio and gets tattooed on a whim. Lola prefers acoustic music and live bands in small bars to rock concerts in atriums. She marches to her own beat and is not afraid to let anyone know it. Lola makes no apologies and has no one to answer to. Of course, this world of mine is not anything like the one in which I really live...