As some of you may or may not have noticed, depending on how many still follow this cobweb filled publications of mine, Jane's Tales has more or less been dead. Completely shot down and torn from the soul that so eagerly began it many years ago, leaving it to rot and be covered in a shadow of dust. If you look carefully, however, you will notice Jane, that is I, and her Tales, that is my life, popping in other places. Instagram, Snapchat, Twitch TV and the likes, and please do not be alarmed. That is indeed me.
See, once I find a name I like, it's extremely hard for me to break away with it and so I keep it and hold onto that spare piece of identity I created for myself at the tender moment of teenage rebellion, wondering if one day, it would come in handy (all the while doubting it completely, obviously). Not only am I completely surprised that it did, there is a tiny part of me that is extremely proud of thinking up such a simple yet memorable name.
I am Jane.
And these are my tales.
or you could say
Here are some tales.
From your average plain Jane.
or you could say
As a writer I am merely a plain Jane.
But here, have some of my tales.
Whatever works, after all
I am Jane's Tales.
And I am resurrected.
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