So, this post. This post is a blurt, because writing anything else first seems impossible.
I have been trying all week to begin the promotion of Adventure 3 of my book, The Oat Project.
I mean, it’s done! DONE.
For those of you alone this day, for those who have lost or are losing someone loved, for all of us; for this first and last love, of ourSelves, is the foundation for all love and thankfulness.
I call the
At school pickup for my kids, a friend of mine recently asked if I was okay, saying she figured my Facebook posts about having a rough time of it lately had to do with men. “Oh,” I said, “not
I believe the word “rad” applies quite nicely.
Coming out of the darkness soon, my lovelies. Thank you for your care and patience.
Love and hugs, Jene’
p.s. Be sure to check out the “Behind the Scenes” video on
Have you heard bits and pieces of the rest of The Oat Project? Have I dropped hints of the strip club, going dancing, getting drunk, skinny dipping, my first rock show at Red Rocks, having sex outside, or reading erotica?
It just hit me, just NOW hit me, the WHY, the why I haven’t been able to face and finish this (sorry for cussing) goddamned chapter. Dang. Now, to write about it. Dang.
This has something to do with
“This is what you shall do;
Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue