Rodeo, Rednecks and Redstraps, Oh my!

Now that we have safely gotten that awkward little admission out of the way (my perverse desire to write/read smut) I hope we can move on to a more mature and dignified conversation...

Perhaps we should excogitate the nineteen century whaling industry and the avant-guard anecdotes found inaugurated in Herman Melville's Moby Dick as well as the esoteric sub-cultures of the Nantucket proletariats?

Sorry.

Call me Ishmael!

Seriously though...

I guess I need to find a way to tell you all what in the heck this "novel" is all about.

But first...

I heard that sigh! Okay, fine! I'll get right to it then!

This is the tale of a woman who, at forty-four years of age, finds herself with kids grown, home empty, and all at once free of the responsibilities and obligations that had once bound her, in both body and spirit. However, this was a freedom forced upon her, not one she had welcomed. She had taken shelter behind the labels of mother, wife, and homemaker and for twenty-four years buried the unholy wants and needs of her true self under the hallowed demands of family. Now she would be forced to face that which she has avoided since a summer long ago. Sitting down to write a grocery list she instead finds herself delving into a dark and barricaded part of her heart, tracing the path of her life- now come full circle- and wondering who or where she would be today had she chosen a differently. There she starts the memoir of her youth.

Written in the first person, this is an intimate and affecting account of the misadventures she faced during the summer of her twentieth year....when she left a community, religion and, in essence, her very identity behind to face an uncertain future with the innocence and optimism of youth, the reckless and boundless freedom of a woman untied, and of course, an open heart.

Oh and there is this guy...

Actually.... there is more than just one!

But not at the same time. (Whooop! I did not just say that! Sorry Mom!)

No seriously...

It's about a woman. And a guy. And well... lots of other stuff.

There are some horses in it! And smut too! Rednecks, loggers, trucks, small town gossip and outdoor lovin!...*wink*

....which reminds me of something I wrote for my yearbook inscription...

"Fords, 4x4ing, Fishing, Rodeo, Rednecks and Redstraps, oh my!"

(for those of you who, bless you, dont know what Redstraps are- they're a popular brand of pant worn by loggers.)

More tomorrow.