Here I am, writing my first blog entry. Where to begin? At the beginning, of course.
My novel " Going to Empty-Through the Tunnel of Jealousy" was written over several years while I was raising two children and working full-time. It was completed just over a year ago when I retired and moved to the stillness and peace of the woods.
The story came from those I was privileged enough to work with in my forty plus year career in human services, serving humans in the role of educator, mediator, trainer, facilitator, and nurse. During that time I worked with addicts, bulemics, runaways, high school dropouts, cancer patients, suicidal people, young women riddled with anxiety, and the list goes on and on. In other words, the walking wounded. And what did I find at the core of each wound, a defining deficit of self-love, sense of worth and feelings of being enough as they were. No mistaking it, those hungry eyes. They may have been different shapes, sizes and colors, but the bottomless gaping hole was unmistakable. I recognized it immediately because I had become intimately acquainted with my own. Hence, Olivia DeMarco, the protagonist of my novel was born.
Going to Empty: Through the Tunnel of Jealousy