Past now insight

           In 2003 I was involved in an RTA, forcing me to take stock of my life and have little in common with the person that I am today. I was a mother and nanny and frankly, it was all that I had intended to be, my employment, mainly part time had been chosen to fit around my family. The usual posts as a cleaner or the little more unusual for a woman, that of a security officer with a sense of humour, rarely seen or acceptable in such an occupation, needless to say it didn't last long. Although I learnt a little from my world of work, my house was clean and my children disciplined and of course crowd control came in useful in later years with such a large family and has proved to be an added bonus.
                                                          Like most little girls
I'd had dreams of being a pop star or model and of being rich and famous, I had little to no education past primary school, some of it due to my birth right or lack of it, but mostly it was of my own doing.
 Headstrong and rebellious and by the age of 12 I knew all I wanted and needed to, my one love though, apart from singing, where I decided long before that I was going to be a star and so needed no education was writing, I prided myself on my handwriting and loved the shape and form of  the letters of the alphabet and with my vivid imagination, wrote pages and pages of fiction and essay's, where most in my peer group managed just one or two
                                                     From the age of 14-17
Finding myself in the care of the local Authority was a challenge that needed my complete attention in 'How to beat the system' that was, to my mind anyway, designed to show this young tearaway the error of my ways and I believe that I was 75% successful in proving them wrong, but it left little time for super stardom or indeed writing and I gained some useful albeit challenging life experiences, some may say 'misery memoirs'. With the exception of a darn good letter to a magistrate, pleading to be able to remain at home with my Father under a supervision order as opposed to the request for 'immediate 'care order' and he took pity on me and agreed, although it was short lived when three months later I was back in court and the care order granted. I believe that everything happens for a reason or some may say every action creates a reaction
                                       I'd always intended to write my Autobiography,
Being a wife and mother and then a grandmother kept me too busy, but then the RTA stopped me in my tracks and permanent disability gave me the time on my hands and with the death of my Father in Oct 2005, fate made me realise how fragile life is and the importance of time and to re-evaluate my direction. Most importantly, I finally got around to writing my Autobiography 'Coal Dust & Memories'
                                                   We all need motivation
Mine was and is my children and grandchildren, finally they know me, what makes me tick and who I am and was written initially for they're eyes only, I didn't want them to be left with the emptiness and regret that I carry at the lack of knowledge of my Fathers 75 years of life.The publishing of 'Coal Dust & Memories' was they're idea, they believe that my many and varied life experiences could help others experiencing similar themselves.
                                                Writing my Autobiography
has been for me the best therapy for unloading my cluttered mind of experience and putting it all to one side on a hard copy and has left room on my memory stick for the next chapter, which I can assure you is well under way. I highly recommend this form of therapy and it certainly beats hours of laying on a couch analysing ink blots. The best of therapists advise writing it down and much as I hate to agree with the experts, I'll give them this victory, although it was my decision to write and I found out for myself, proof of the pudding and all that, so if I never fulfil my childhood wish of being rich and famous or a superstar, so be it, as Dolly Parton said 'A star ain't nothin' but a big ball of gas'
                                                  Whatever your age or lifestyle
If you have a dream to write for the eyes of the world or just your own or loved ones and no matter your educational qualifications. If I can, you can and where there's a will there's a way.Up until recently my world of writing was a very small and solitary place. I am still a technophobic Mumma, but I'm learning now and if you have found me here, you are to
Janet S Rogers AKA Mumma Grimmer