Okay, so this blog really clashes with my supposedly Christian leanings, but I just had to feature this today, just because I’ve seen this blog bookmarked on a friend’s site before. I also saw this blog elsewhere, and it wasn’t surprising that I bumped into her blog when I was researching about the 3 Skypephone.
For what it’s worth, this woman (Girl With a One-Track Mind) is an interesting read and I am surely not surprised that she has been signed on to publish a book. She is more than sex and leather though: she has substance and had been through some rough patches in her life too. The point is, she’s overcome them, and she is the successful woman that she is today.
I like her because she is an empowered woman. Period.
Excerpt from Girl With A One-Track Mind:
I heard a text message arrive and scrabbled around my handbag to find my mobile.
I looked up to see my friend D peering into my bag.
‘What the hell do you need three for?’ he asked, somewhat incredulous.
‘Ah. Well this one’s my personal mobile,’ I said, pulling out my Nokia. ‘I’ve had the same telephone number for fourteen years: how sad is that?’
‘That’s fine, but it’s a bit chunky,’ D remarked. ‘Looks like a brick.’
I shrugged. ‘But it has fast internet access and instant email…’
‘And the other two?’
I picked up my other (smaller) Nokia. ‘Ah. Well this one’s my Abby phone…’
‘Your “Abby” phone?’ he interrupted. ‘What, like a Bat phone? When you get a call, Abby Lee springs into action?!’
I laughed. ‘Yeah, something like that: it’s now my work phone. But I got it two years ago when my book deal surfaced and I became very nervous about protecting my anonymity. It was just easier dealing with publishers and stuff, having two different phone numbers.’
‘And two different identities.’
I nodded. ‘It took me a while to get used to people calling me Abby. I felt so fake at first having that pseudonym, but nowadays I answer to it without a second thought.’
‘Did it work?’
D pointed at the phones in my hands. ‘Separating out those two parts of your life.’
‘For a while, yeah: I felt secure in the knowledge that the personal phone was just my normal, private, day-to-day life and the Abby phone was my secret blogger identity – and never the twain shall meet. But when I lost my anonymity last year that all went arse up: the press got hold of both my numbers – and my home phone – and then all my phones rang off the hook constantly.’
‘That must have been horrid.’
‘I was freaking out, so unprepared was I. Honestly, I felt like I was having a breakdown: not knowing who was calling me or whom I could trust. As well as the press, people I hadn’t seen for over a decade were phoning me, telling me that the tabloids were on their doorstep offering them money for gossip and photos of me. It was nuts. I couldn’t keep up with it and eventually just stopped answering any of the phones at all.’
‘And yet now you have three?!!!’
Pick of the Week will happen every Monday from now on. 🙂