The world is crazier than most people know. But I know. I was a clinical social worker for forty years. I am a witness. I retired from social work to write about the sad, the mad, and the savage; with whom I have spent most of my life. I have decided to translate these stories into fiction, because, as a co-worker once said, "You couldn't make this sh*t up. No one would believe you."

Friday, November 12, 2010

I'm Ba-a-ack!

I was:

  1. holed up in a hotel room with Brad Pitt (don't tell Angie!)
  2. on a fabulous winning streak in Vegas, so hot I couldn't leave the casino for two weeks
  3. on a romantic cruise to Tahiti
  4. with Brad Pitt
  5. holed up in bed with whooping cough.
If you guessed 1, I love that you think I'm still hot. If you guessed 2, I love your optimism. If you guessed 3, I love that you think I have money. If you guessed 4, you're really, really upbeat. If you guessed 5, you're right.


Whooping cough. Is God kidding? It just proves to me that life is, more often that I would like to acknowledge, an insulting joke of which I am the BUTT. But no matter, thanks to God and pharmaceuticals, I'm back on my feet and still writing. My book is uploading to the publisher...tonight.

Topics for attention obsession:
  • fear.
  • doubt.
  • fear.
  • irrational belief that I will not have even one reader.
  • or that I will have one reader who stalks me because he hates the book so much.
  • fear.
  • a little more doubt.
  • a few bad reviews
  • that I paid for
  • and a little more fear.
But...wait. I can promote a book. Hell, I promoted a behavioral health program that had six therapists and four clients and built it up to a booming enterprise....I promoted a grant program in a school and built it up to 80% success rate....I promoted a charter school and got it through a state regulations test....I promoted a "Mental Health Day" of all damned things on Santa Fe Plaza and got amazing attendance...why can't I promote a book?

I have an idea: in between negative thinking crises, I will use some of that PR pizzaz to promote Jane of the Jungle. I will talk it up; I will try to get local reviews so as to get national reviews; I will go on radio because I'm good at it; I will do whatever it takes. I usually do.

So here goes nothing from nobody. But a spirited nobody. 

There's a dance in the old dame yet!


  1. Oh dear Janey, Whooping Cough? I thought that got thrown out with the bath water. I had it when I was five, and the only thing that helped me quiet down was sucking on horehound cough drops, or horehound candy drops. I believe the drugstores still carry them and I highly recommend you getting some. Take care.

  2. Thanks for the good wishes! I am hacking my way to better health.

  3. Someone -- don't know who -- said courage is not the absence of fear but being afraid and doing it anyway. As your sister and friend I have read your drafts, reviewed the book, and read the platform. You don't need to be afraid. Trust me; I sold you a car once, right?

    At our age, this is no time to be cautious.

  4. I think that was me who said that...I was commenting on the popular (at the time) slogan, "no fear" and saying that having no fear is just being stupid, but courage is having fear and doing it anyway. Bully for me. :)

  5. You speak my sort of language, albeit with an American accent, and you're doing a book too!

  6. Whooping cough, at your age! Janey, you really are an extremist. Kidding aside, I hope you're feeling better, and good luck with the book. Sounds like you've got all the tools to make it a success.

  7. @Antony, what language/accent is that? :)
    @NP: yes, whooping cough, at my age. I told you, God is a helluva kidder.