The Life Of A Screen Goddess [Prologue]

PROLOGUE:

I was asked by Literal Magazine to write the story of my life. I don't know how much of it they will use, but at least I know they won't twist what I say this time. All that s*** about Jennifer Harris and myself having an affair, for example. Bull****. Just a publicity technique. But I've never minded the publicity. It was my husband's questioning looks across the bedroom as I undressed that I minded. It was as if he was looking for lipstick marks on my breasts; not at all the way he used to look at my body - like it was a rare work of art, and he was priveliged enough to afford his own private viewing. Those looks turned to crime scene investigations, and our love life turned to s***, all thanks to the media.

I don't know why I'm revealing so much, but I suppose that's the point of this; to let the "little people" inside the head of an actress who's never had a say and has been dying for the chance. People think they know me, but they only know what the media lets them see - the drunken bar fights and the custody hearings - the "interesting" stuff that twists everything that I am. They want you to believe that I'm some whore sent from hell. But I'm just an actress. I was once just like you... Well, some of you.

So I guess I'll start with the first thing I remember. Well, not the FIRST thing; I'll get to that later. The first thing I CHOOSE to remember is my mother...

[Novel Continued]