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I'LL HAVE ANOTHER WINS KENTUCKY DERBY BY A LENGTH & A HALF// By Mary Moffett, Freelance Journalist //5/6/12

Churchill Down's one and a quarter mile annual race of the year, the Kentucky Derby drew a record crowd for the 138th official Run for the Roses. As fair skies held anticipation for the eleventh race of the day, horseracing fans were unprepped for a shocking upset. The fact remains few trackside experts pegged the winner before post time.

Seated atop Cinca De Mayo's thoroughly surprised thoroughbred, I'll Have Another, jockey Mario Gutierrez talks of feeling his family's thoughts during his now famous ride. A strong legged winner, atop a down to earth, smiling horse, ties to Vancouver were also voiced by 25 year old Gutierrez after his maiden Kentucky Derby race.

And what an upset it was, indeed. Cutting that horse out of a field of closely striding, sailing contestants, Gutierrez steers his mount, I'll Have Another out of the melee without touching another horse, without upsetting any fully concentrating fellow jockeys to run one on one with the tiring second place steed, Bodemiester, who finishes second. Tell you the truth, tis amazing he stayed on that marvelous, uncanny, cool as a cucumber, caramel horse WHEN! I'll Have Another broke stride, passed Bodemeister at the finish line by only one full length. (1.5 lengths)

Naturally, all this while the crowd roars ballistic encouragement. Partial to public scrutiny, myself, an appreciative surprise element hit home like a dirigible lifting sentiments far & wide. Especially returning back to California where five of the thoroughbreds in the top eight placements call home. Bodemeister, whom takes the second purse by holding the lead throughout, barely tiring. Instead, still sharing this race's record speed for the one & a-quarter-mile on turf. Until the last few mini-seconds of running head-to-head allows for the forward thrust. Enjoy an excellent head toss, front legs turning turf --- when I'll Have Another passes the second seed ... quickly orchestrates after last turn home.

Repeat: I'll Have Another, out of the blue, bolted forward, flew down the final stretch. The crowd went mad. Now flabbergasted spectators stood shouting a phonemic turnabout for the day's grand stampede into the winning circle.

WOW!! Don't see too many like this year's Derby. Viewable on HRTV @ noon, Sunday, May 6, 2012. Suggest to all, watch this one for future horseracing counter espionage, as owners, J Paul Reddam & team vow to take I'll Have Another to the Preakness, two weeks from now.

Look out, Pimlico, here they come. And what a pair. With instant mics to the ready, a breathless, Mario Gutierrez's demeanor drips of the knowledgeable nod, yet remains close to the few seconds as the actual winning circle claims for the TWO Million purse, flicks across his purple and white silks. Better, yet, watch race reruns for the surprise on the happy faced, I'll Have Another, as his equestrian, questioning eyes glance upward toward his rider, as if making sure this thing has actually happened. Yeah, you guys, just won the Kentucky Derby. Fellers, it don't get no better than that for the moment frozen in time for a look of surprise on a horse's long face. My guess is these two are naturals and have a grand shot @ the Triple Crown.

As for Fandango, my initial notes pegged Bodemeister in second place. However, after listening to advise from track commentators, I became smitten by "the great white hope" of the day, Hansen who finishes sixth, the only white horse entered. Nevertheless, a slightly proud moment here at deskside, picking one out of four. Fandango amiss for the miss.** IF I had paid closer attention to replays of I'll Have Another, with counterpart, pal, Mario Gutierrez winning the San Anita last Feb, maybe I too mighta observed their stunning maneuvers which win horseraces. Not, Union Rags, the favorite, friends. Nor, the undefeated Gemologist who left the gate, practically declared this year's Derby Winner. All water under the bridge, now boys.

I'll Have Another, whom Churchill Down's packed-to-the-gills betting pool spotted yesterday @ 15 to 1 paid $32.60 on a two dollar bet.

In Third Place, the show ticket goes to Dullahan, in my notes, not a pick, also a bit of a semi longshot, paying $7.20 to show.

Congratulations, folks. A belated Happy Derby Day to you all. Allright, TWENTY-TWELVE ... Let Cinca De Mayo set the record straight as Mexican born, Mario Gutierrez enters the Kentucky Derby Hall of Fame! Oh, yeah holding tight on a horse, with impeccable credentials, named I'LL HAVE ANOTHER. 30/all



Sources: ** FANDANGO hand written notes: thus picking one winner, Bodemeister (out of a twenty horse lineup.) First time up: Moffett's final picks on Cinca De Mayo, DERBY DAY!!

Gemologist --- Undefeated, has the speed
Bodemeister ---Wins Second Place
Take Charge Indy -- Great jockey, small black, rail
Hansen --- has speed, hefty

HRTV --- channel 404, Dish Network Credit for:Run Time for the race, winner speed: Approx: 2min, one second. Plus. size of the crowd @ Chrurchill Downs, Sat May 5 --- 165,000

TVGAM --- channell 405, Dish Network

ABC live coverage of the 138th, 2012s Kentucky Derby @ a splendid, historic location, Churchill Downs (which commercial, advert overkill attempts ruination of such a wonderful day.)

Lastly: Not a source for this report by Mary Moffett, but from NYT email section --- a lukewarm newsfeed, aka breaking news @ 6:41 pm, May 5, 2012 --- In order for readers to search for more ---
SEE:

I'll Have Another Wins Derby - NYTimes.com Address:

http://therail.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/05/05/welcome-to-the-138th-kentucky-derby/... Changed:8:54 AM on Sunday, May 6, 2012 ----

[Above, dear audience, one finds a winning post, wire photo from: "Rob Carr/ Getty Images." Great pix!]

Suggest: Hint: Research words:
Use: I'LL HAVE ANOTHER, more comes up faster. FICTION FANDANGO is not into notorious linking.

ALSO --- Strongly suggest tossing ties to stupidity. aka dummy downing per se --- whenever tracker type announcers decide to repeat possible bogus, boring or inmaterial verbals re: twitter/ facebook. Those are free adverts of no consequence. Yes, Horseracing as a sport and a record keeper for same already claims a strong online following ... since and prior to 2000 to my knowledge. Horeracing websites always remain an important valid part of the I-net and Web.

BTW --- Editor note: FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG gains a new home on webtv. And shall be entering previous blog essays/ articles & stories into a changing venue soon. Thanx. Meanwhile, FYI, this writer seeks position as journalist reporter, paid only. Oh, and seeking print publishers for fiction by all means. Thanx.
Website under construction currently.



 

'TIS NO SURPRISE. Sunday is Earth Day. On the home front we had one shower this week. Aw shucks. Saw a feller watering his winter wheat last week. How sad. With less snowfall during the non winter past guessing he need instigate the evil deed: pump water from a pond source, fill the tank, attach to tractor, set out across dry fields.

Although, before losing the thread, news this month prompts FANDANGOs Spy Theme. Not to worry, everyday is E DAY around here --- especially for those in the know.

Now: Suggesting --- for a closer look @ "spooks" some from MI5, others from Russia -- all set expertly in a cold war take, dating in the novel --- begins in 1948 for the espionage side of: A LILY OF THE FIELD from acclaimed author, John Law's --- Detective Troy of Scotland Yard's, seventh Troy in the series.

Wow! Life doesn't get much better than this when ensconced with a fantastic eye-opener last weekend. Yeah, read it in about three days. The story starts with Victor Rosen in Vienna where he gives cello lessons to a young girl. Sure, she becomes mid book, a concert cellist. However, Law's character's 1944-45 stint in Auschwitz certainly deserves mention. That was the most pitiful detail, I read recently. Being a WWII buff since the mid Eighties, this reader still gulped unprepared for the graphics surrounding those Nazi takeover-the-world scenes.

Next: Enter the Manhattan Project, objections to same and naturally
ending with a murder solved by Troy. Using the terms Spy vs Spy crests entire new insight now.

Oh and news @ the house is --- One of my characters shall be a lady who lost a ton of muella during the Bailout Era of 2008. Her stats include a phase when she suspects neighbors are spying on her, poor baby. Sure thass in tune with a closer look @ lost pensions, IRAs (individual retirement accounts) by a group said character, call her Lucky Lucinda --- age fifty-ish manages to gather.  Location --- in the New England States where with a bit of chutzpah dearest, nervous nilly, Lucy organizes a search for same, for more anguished like minded victims of bank fraud 2007-9. When her muliebrity** reaches the breaking point, and anger escalates for those on her formulated, growing list --- Hell yeah, OUCH!! --- A pattern of conspiracy & complicity, which remains obviously big bank driven, emerges all tied nicely together in the sequentially ongoing work in progress --- from this desk --- Titled: DON'T RISK IT ON BRISKET by Mary Moffett, journalist, fictionist, confessed rube. Knowledgable only to a limited degree. AHAH! Without online search engine dependence, don't you know? Mull that around the tongue, spit and rinse.

Author to author hint --- Take it to thy sources, yon writers.

RE: Research Modus operandi for said novel ... Firsthand dedication moves questions on investments forward --- with advice to take it directly to the bank. Although, in my lifetime including a misguided youth span --- well been thrown out of a few bars, many online forums, one comedy club --- let the record stand when asking questions mono on mono --- nah, I've never been thrown out of a bank. Best use the phone which beats online, pitiful time buildup.

Plus, looking for a true definition of a webcam. While regretting not inquiring about a hand held movie camera spotted @ a local flea market, on the Wed past. Sunnova ... damn.

Inside BRISKET --- The premise runs --- Greedy banksters didn't purposely badly re-invest all those millions of their customers' savings or pension funds. AHEM! As BRISKET reveals they likely withdrew it. So safely stuff these countless, unaccountable excuses. (Hedge funds? Jesus!) Uhoh, who dint see that coming? Well, life in the fast lanes & always these strangest of truths knit into fiction like kinky unravelled yarn. Great yarns, of course, spun nationwide any day of the year.

Remember, you heard it first. And to the horn beepers, who blast us apart whenever a new blog surfaces --- thanks. Recognition appreciated allatime. And yes, heard your message yesterday. How you managed to shout --- YOU KNOW!!! YOU KNOW!! over the roar of your V-8 engines shall stand the test of time.

So --- are we all spied upon?

BTWs --- BUY THE WAYs -- Did purchase used binocs with night vision. You never know when you might need such a thing @ say an OCCUPY or a freaking frack stake out. Just saying after all.

And ... BTW style is talking today, nothing new 'boot it from teffom@writing.com also on KINDLE, note above intro por favor.

Word to the wise --- Three Things.
1. Stop saying politics --- supplant with national issues. Sounds better, covers more.

2. Stop using 'journalists" to uncover what is or isn't forthwith available or unavailable. Try the term reporter.

3. Q -- An appeal --- Can one of these spell checkeroos please add the word b-l-o-g anytime soon? Saves time, natch. But WE all know this over-played out,PC, online, digital setup scam is not into saving anyone time. That is a myth & a travesty.

Leaving you today, dearest audience, whomever youse might be --- Inside A LILY OF THE FIELD one character, a Scotland Yarder opines that spies, he said spooks are not real. So continue to take it down a` notch ala Spy Theme. Consider the following: fakir, undercover agent, infiltrator, espionage, cloak & dagger, subterfuge, clandestine etc, etc. Like PC crappola, these guys boast their own lingo misinterprets. Perhaps (also shadowy guv'mint theme) similar to George Orwell's "government speak" played out in 1984, the novel, not the year.

Onliner BEWARE!
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** New one for me too ** muliebrity == womanly.

PS: Earlier in April @ a meeting with MOFFETT Publishing, Inc --- Yours Truly made the statement that this blog should garnish a paying audience. Such a underpinning can be accomplished by placing FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG on the Kindle. Then it can be delivered, thus the fee for delivery to hand held reading devices. More work .. sunnova Nova in the great and glorious sky above --- laden with air pollution. However, FANDANGO can still be viewed by hitting this url. So the story goes anyways.

Ta Ta! Cheerio!


 

ONE OF THE COOLEST things going for the home gardener each spring is Mother E's rainfall. A shower blew past on Tues, That same day I needed a windshield wiper blade after discovering the passenger side blade disintegrated. Yeah, they're expensive. Bought those anyway and remain hopeful for any rare, next 30 minute splash down. This is beyond pitiful as not even onion tops broke ground although planted three weeks ago.

On a lighter note, in order to not self destruct my mental acumen, which is paper thin on a grand day ... decide to visit the attic. Removing a box containing some antique MAD MAGAZINES, pore over the SPY VS SPY sections of said rag. From that comedic series note that the spies are known to each other. See, thass what I'm instigating. So, when they are known wouldn't you think they could be compatible? On the I-net (and sure, I realize a huge generalization stretch while typing that aspect when using the word I-net) we (apologies to the non participants in this pronoun)

We might --- might mind you --- as years zoom into decades --- IF the popularity of the International Net grew to include millions from 1994 to 1999 approx ... we don't meet our known correspondents. Now say anyone one talks with in real world, face to face, if you ever manage to distract a cellphone fan on a busy city street, or catch the eyes of someone between their messages, folks might recall conversation that is not electronic. Otherwise, whom do we really know?

Sure, what we do know is that during the 2000 election, Repugs actually advertised for online compatriots who sources admit infiltrating a huge online arena --- sure for the purpose of pushing an agenda from gurj bu who of course, eventually became more-or-less elected by the Supreme Court --- settled after the Fla debate ... by Mar 2001.

Okay, I remember reading those sneaky-dickey adverts then. However this week we also see the outing of ALEC with a site sponsored by Center for Media Democracy --- titled: ALECExposed.com. So then one day prior tis factually announced on DemocracyNow.org how well-known corporations swam away from good old Alec, billed as a policy maker, lobbyist leader and backer of many a senator located sea to shining sea. Me? I never liked behind-closed door things from the likes of ALEC. The Koch bros place their donations on the ALEC list of contributors. However, what is difficult to compute --- hold on --- seeking a synonym for "remains." Steadfast. ... What regretfully endures is a conviction which surpasses good old common spin. How can so many people keep a confidence for so long a time? There's supposed to be leaks among a small sampling of twenty. Thus such a supposition questions returning to online persona infiltration. Uhoh, freaking spies. AGAIN? Nah, can't simply write --- go figure as an esteemed versions of such things as the search engine bing are going to decide for flesh & blood peeps what said entities wish to research. Hello? What kind of a world is this? Now, admittedly I eventually accepted Wikipedia as 1999 online strolled into 2012. Nice spot, turns history into a decent essay style in many cases for those amongst us whom seek shorter versions. Simply an example as I refer to my day long reads for Scottish History undertaken when it suited moi back in 2008-9.

Now, ya'll probably have duplicitous conceptions for the term "hacker" also a digital spy by definition.

Then too, hit on "spy ware" some afternoon ... with this notation. Spy ware per se was reportedly purchased hook line & sinker across the nation by law enforcement agencies prior to Sept 11, 2001. Today, there's word out that these city-funded, taxpayer paid for coppers are into drones. Okay. Once way way back --- twas thought that hard drives could be read within certain mileage perimeters. Nah, didn't believe that rumor at the time. However, to take this crazy fiction ploy of spy vs spy, or spy bates spy, or spy won't let us know he/she is a spy and shake and bake until the brain becomes fried like a blooming onion ...

WELL!!! I ask you. Hell, what the hammerhead is actually going on --- way beyond this desk, although attached --- What's going on in Cyber Land? In conclusion --- let's just say --- a helluva lot we can't even fathom.

Maybe today, just for kicks, I'll reread THE WASHINGTON POST 2010 article mentioned below in my last blog space. TOP SECRET AMERICA alerts us all to an eavesdropping dilemma.

As for moi --- this invasion of privacy is currently dubbed gov'mint waste. Why? Well, according to the former citation sky-high salaries are paid to so-called "high clearance" individuals inside privatized spy tanks. While TOP SECRET AMERICA provides maps for complexes, where buildings multiply electricity usage per watt. The entrances are gated BTW --- nor a secret. So, let's do a tad bit of math. Suppose a guy receives $90,000 per year to read 90K emails per week. Uh huh. Sure, said guy-spy may opt to reduce his load and farm it out. So, instead of re-typing Verizon's phone books in your county --- Maybe spy-guy's or spy-gal's work load is passed onto PC-ers with ISPs who prefer a little cold cash now and then.

FACT: Short story production includes plot & character limitations with variations. ALSO: With an honest-to-God realism stretch these days. Listen, I've never done a spy genre pen.

Q: How come, Miss Mary?

A: To close to home. Plus, t'aint really fiction these days.

Ahah! Suffice: EVERYMAN can be spied upon. Your passport, cellphone & possibly your car's tag most likely sports a gps.

Oh, Happy Friday The Thirteenth, Everyone!

Pray for rain, my brothers. Sisters, please, I beg you, pray and wish for rain again today.

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Summary: Revelations on a Sunny Day. If citing please quote. Eh? Say what? Anyone with brain power probably notices a few quirks now & then wherever they may abide. First of all, not addressing an onsite audience only. Honey, never did --- so guiltless in that aspect. However, as far as the I-net goes ... sure tis but another overall, over-praised, mind control scam.

Myself? Jauntily risk being sick to death of free adverts. Why must even the good ones, like Amy Goodman always add the footnote aloud --- "follow us on fb"? Please. Then one day recently while watching C-Span see in mini logo form on a TV screen how Congressmen & Congresswomen are tweeting. Good luck viewing these folks IDs. So small no names shown... but there's pictures of this out of control illustrious gang. Congress?

First thought --- how does this look in the UK? How embarrassing for US citizens. Congress tweets? Fuck that.

So, thinking ... Shall we look forward to The Prime Minister's tweets on the BBC?

And yeah, that turncoat, polecat in the White House who sold out lickety-split ... those of us who voted to stop a war (not escalate Afghanistan or Iraq Occupations by the US Military) Pres O --- he uses these socialnetworks. Fuck that too.

See the mood here? Too bad, huh.

On a worse note. Our Planet Earth is in an environmental crisis. Why?

Hell, readers, come on now? You know why. But sure when climate deniers converge --- somebody's Aunt Ida from Idaho's latest posts can be pointed @ as a means to submit an argument that scientific facts be questionable.

Good luck Summer --- TWENTY TWELVE. Perhaps show mercy. Please don't burn us up. Take those undefeatable, Yard Guys who mow & meticulously weed-whack our arrogant, Norte Americana lawns ... instead of plowing these useless grasslands for gardens so folks can eat home grown veggies. By summer's end --- they'll enter the realm of firefighters or unemployed. But my guess is they won't be mowing March to November --- maybe not even in your neck of the woods. Alas, silence on the homefront to look forward for enjoy bird tweeting aka birdsong.

So where are April Showers? In Cleveland?

Email comments a-ok. TEFF (That's ME!!) --- well suffice my busy-ness @ this time of the year is legend. Worse, tackling a 2010 novel ... which remains gloriously out of control. But I love it ... due creationism. (In fact recently read a brief Agatha Christie bio and decide to expand my solo, usual modus operandi re: Moffettism style. Nothing on that tidbit later. See, keeping it close to the core of individualism per se.)

In FEB .. (yes, h--e-r-e ...) an awful, stabbing poster commented on my wavy, sprout from the crown hair do. Uh,oh ... reversed spy cam alert. Checking this out with several experts in the field of computer- techy, gammy world, even gathering face to face info @ such places as Office Max, Fed Ex & an instant photo swap/ fax mill -- discover my hypothesis is correct. The big ones can see us. Never fear, yon cell phone freaks, all they can probably watch is your elbows. Cover your face, just in case or you too could become a part of the great spy tank saves --- who categorize our every move. Aka -- gov'mint waste. Wasted $ that is. Those privatized big brothers of cyber fame remain still mapped out inside The Washington Post Article from July/ Spt 2010. Namely: TOP SECRET AMERICA. ONLINE, easily cited to this day. So Q --- All socialnetworking is recorded? Maybe yes, maybe no.

Thick cardboard works for both killing lawn grass --- for later garden beds and for blocking PC screen doors. Giving whole new meaning to Windows The bother is moving bulky, cut to smithereens, former boxes ... from place to place. While typing a regular old blog or following yon aftermath from Goggles, the yard guy. The latter as deaf as a doorlknob. Poor jerk. So this important word reaches y'all --- move the cardboard sparingly on a daily basis.
And just for fun --- Don't tell Aunt Ida.

However ---

Here's a hint for any faux fuzzy feels. Dry lawns mean discontent for robins these days. Yup, worms are pretty far down when rainless days surround.

So, one might desire to DRIVE directly to the bait store. Suggest not using the bike, due radiation pollution in the air aka exergonic corporate by-products. Your mission should you accept same is to --- Purchase a pint of earth worms. If you must, toss 'em about as dawn crests friendly jet strewn skies overhead. (Although, robins stand a damn good chance without interference from robotic humans.) Now, don't you feel better about your closeness to the Earth you live upon?
How joyous. Meanwhile no hose watering for youse.

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TEFF here as randy as a a bunny caught in the headlights. Who knew? Revelations on a sunny day. So far this blog has not YET approached Kindle as a go. Thinking stages at least. Oh, promises promises. Tsk.

PS: To the many, intelligent readers who pride themeselves on chewing gum while walking ... (like moi) comments can reach me in the rev section, here someplace, I suppose.

And as for the spies --- never my lookout to ponder either adroit dishonesty or deviousness. Yeah, we know tis undertaken for money. Where the world lives we call this invasion of privacy. Arrivederci.




 

TEFF ON PROULX ... ROCKING THE HOUSE
BY MARY MOFFETT

Reading books before the movie comes out always affords me a thrill discovering MANY well-written, initial stories according to published authors. Well, content for the hardcover @ hand, shared with over a million other people....certainly worth discussion, of course satisfies genre or information cravings for one & all.

Before PRACTICAL MAGIC became a movie, I’d already read this gem from Alice Hoffman & suggested it to my daughter whom sat beside me at the movie and rather bragged this info about to pals. Like we read the book. Mom said it’d be a movie and here we are. Yippee. Then we wait for the witches to lively outact each other. Hoffman’s rose bushes were character/ setting crux of the matter, rather in the face of a small seaside town ... in New England. We loved both the novel & the movie in this case.

Next came THE SHIPPING NEWS from E Annie Proulx. Despite the difficulty of memorizing spelling for Proulx, book reporter news runs Annie’s taken movie industry moguls by storm. When her other novel-to-movie hit ... BROKE BACK MOUNTAIN was praised on msnbc TVs famous IMUS IN THE MORNING,

The scene on the screen ... OH OH ... way way back in 2007.

Watch cohosts giggle, snickering, suddenly dive for the floor ... behind Don’s desk chair.

Proulx a Pulitzer recipient is an incredible author, whose voice & style regale incredible settings. THE SHIPPING NEWS slipped easily into a very good movie which didn’t surprise me. I was hopeful from the start. However, Stuck that far up in Newfoundland scares the bejeesus out of me in any case. Recalling joy via printed placement touches my via association. Later came twenty-some views of the movie, a few more knit projects snuggled on the couch ... THEN whoooooffffffffff passing years allow the actual creation of this story to still impress.

The best thing about E Annie Proulx? Style.

Jan 24’s prompt wonders at what books can’t/ won’t perhaps shouldn’t waft into movies. Tons of documentaries are based on non fiction books, filed by call numbers assigned by The Library of Congress after publication.

These are usually reduced by chapter content according to relevance for the entire sequence pattern of said documentary. Ahah .. LIB Cataloging.

LIBRARY MEDIA -- DOCUMENTARY COLLECTIONS
The world is really alive with documentaries these days. Most topics are easily looked up online or by requesting them at public libraries. Public libraries buy DVDs and afford many a household a continuing chance to attain self educational advancement without a heavy cost for purchasing.

NON FICTION SECTION
Last year --- 2011 --- after grinding through about one/quarter of
ABSOLUTE MONARCHS: A HISTORY OF THE PAPACY from historian, John Julius Norwich, c-rt 20ll from Random House ... I can still recall the gruesomeness and outright ugly violence attached to the early church. Transition to the throne in Rome didn’t always come up rosy for antipopes nor their successors. A pattern was actually established when imprisonment of the seated pope or blinding or sheer eradication or the shame of excommunication ran its course. Sure, these things were akin to the general goings on of wars fought betwixt Holy Roman Empire or German Monarchs in some cases. The names of these popes are thus recorded and their actions explored inside ABSOLUTE MONARCHS for an adept audience of totally interested plebeians like ourselves out here in readership land. I loved the book and took to the read-back of entire pages as gently as I could. One day, I’ll return and take the book off the shelf once more.

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Kinda doubtful that the above would morph into a movie. Maybe certain parts will enthrall Hollywood fans, however I doubt it. Maybe the Italians will give it a shot but only in part or this one would take up about ten weeks of theatre sittings. Oh, tis certain, Norwhich’s 2011 gem is HUGE!!


Recently on Link TV (a cable/ satellite channel) an interview with author, Randall Robinson exposed to Amy Goodman, hostess of DEMOCRACY NOW’S television audience his latest work: MAKEDA. Wow, this one truly promises use of back in time, revisited plot twists. RE: MAKEDA --- As a budding author, Randall’s main character interviews his grandmother whom tells him about her dreams and her belief in her former incarnation. The elderly dame in question revisits her ancestral homes in Africa from her bedroom. I hope to suggest it to our local librarian since this one sounds truly a fine read.

It never ceases to amaze me how many of Stephen King’s novels became movies. Fitting IT into a movie musta been a trip for screenwriters & directors along with THE STAND. Once I was working with a college student attending college @ MULENBERG COLLEGE, located in Allentown, PA. (Allentown is where WDC first debuted and remains the largest city in Lehigh County. You can find that info in lieu of confirmation on the wc shopping store.) Anyways @ the time in question ... I kidded this student for carrying IT around. I felt hoisting yet another popular, Castle Rock, ten pounder should earn her an A+.

RE: BOOKS TO MOVIES? --- happens all the time. Whereas movies or television shows often morph into novels too, due works popularity.

I never think of setting so photogenic ally as the camera lens. Nor speculate a dialogue scene spouted from actor’s faces as I compose ... Never any of the pen as outright becoming an action packed part of a movie. Instead, I’m apt to consider that form is best left to screenwriters. However, the way I do actually harness a story from the thinking-plotting stage zeroes in primarily on setting. Which, in the minds-eye is viewable by moi. Plus, FICTION!! FANDANGO!! researches all these settings thoroughly. Then, exploding various goings on is what we hope to achieve. Things like telling any author their work is confusing without a total re-read is rather a cheap shot. Waiting it out is better because of another writing secret. Those renditions RE: authorship tricks could be possibly tagged under author-to-author hints, another term for writing tips @

ID: 1343647   (Rated: 18+) RIDING THE WRITERS WAVE OPENS  2012 AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB: FORUM/ PROMO/ OPINION/ LIT. SEEKING NEW TOPICS by FICTION!! FANDANGO!!

TEFFs 2008 forum above became recently opened as site viewable for the first time. The ploy is meant to reveal online credentials launched at last to impress Kindle e-book purchasers. Kindle Direct Publishing carries my work since last autumn. Perhaps readers may note a list of Mary Moffett’s traditional short stories included at the opening of "FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG!"  Gee whiz, I hope so.

You see, what is changing onsite and online is more promotional aspects of the world of serious authors whom welcome & court readerships. We refer to this as “smarty-up” @

ID: 1323687   (Rated: 18+) AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB  MOFFETTs on Kindle --- WAVE FORUM/ BUY & PUBLISH US!! Truth RE: The Craft 2012 STYLE!! by FICTION!! FANDANGO!!

Informally informing on.

Another thing happening out here in free-speech/ “talk the craft of writing land” certainly warrants TWENTY TWELVE lingering, laidback time for building bridges with readers from all walks of life. Sharing works & library finds attracts casual writers whom also set caps or tammyshanters for publication stats --

Decide is an option to an audience keen on acquiring portfolios of copyrt. works. Suppose one rests a spell, stays dormant ten more years ... wait it out, write late in life? So what.

MEANWHILE ... READ! READ! READ! READ ON!

While you lapse into Write, Write, Write: shorten grammatical, linear overload of perfect tense. Researching on, creating .. is an open book imagined via anyone writing should goals occur OR a story surface. Plan your own careers is a fine encouragement signal. AHAH!! Only a matter of time, my dears. Thus, promo venue surrounds onliners @ every turn or scroll down or research engine. Right? Righty-oh!

Oh and BTW the motto @ "AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB"  grows like mold on a stale beer when summery seasonal stories return to Yours Truly. Kidding. Well, the mug in the corner from Coney Island, circa 1947, two foot, thick green glass, cobwebs, spiders ... ya know?

THE WAVEs way open ... staying that way. @

ID: 1343647   (Rated: 18+) RIDING THE WRITERS WAVE OPENS  2012 AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB: FORUM/ PROMO/ OPINION/ LIT. SEEKING NEW TOPICS by FICTION!! FANDANGO!!

more vows are thrust into the melee as a garden collection of newsletters meant to TOSS out to audiences ... a belief that writing superbly is already @ the LIBRARY of choice, THE BOOKSELLERS .... BUT MIGHT remain inside each individual. Thass my theme and I’m sticking to it.
Essay from Mary Moffett/ Jan 23/ 2012

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Looking for scary reads during the crazy month of Shocktober? Then look no farther than popular, author, Kathy Reichs whose splendidly crafted mysteries span over a decade worth of finely tuned novels from her postmortem coffers.
Yes, Ms Reichs' first novel, "a forensic thriller" titled: DEJA DEAD made the scene in 1997, acclaimed as a "prestigious Ellis Award for Best First Novel" upon debut. Naturally, it goes beyond better, for as we know character, Dr. Temperance Brennan, a forensic anthropologist mirrors Reichs' actual profession travelling between Charlotte, NC to Montreal, Quebec and eventually arriving smack dab @ BONES, a television series fully based on Reichs' many achievements.

Sure, every now & then, one encounters those special books, when readers don't want to admit they are scared to death of their own shadow, but yet unwilling to finish the last chapter simply because then their journey as reader shall come to an end.

Yeah, that often happens to TEFF. Remember TEFF? Whose adequate bio tauts a stint of both Journalism & Librarianship. Of course, I was unprepared for an eerie aside while page turning, Kathy's second novel, DEATH DU JOUR. And this is how the story went.

Whether or not, I'd met any of this series before, now escapes my memory. So what really, since I've read a helluva ton of novels in the last fourteen years since 1997. Naturally Kathy's dedication page sets my nerves on end. It reads: "To all who survived the Great Quebec Ice Strom of 1998." Inside DEATH DU JOUR one is smitten sideways with stormy Canadian weather reports cresting the chapters like thin coatings of frigid ice.

Still not as bad as book jacket info predicting: "scorched and twisted bodies" "discovered at a burning chalet."

Then the plot breaks from freezing temps to North & South Carolina for an island tie to a doomsday cult threatening to off it's own membership.

Well before any nick-of-time salvation clauses, which Reich sees fit to drag out with baiting finesse, low and behold, I find the qualm of my entrance into a side line of stand-thy-hair-on edge clues. As a phone number link appears, implicating the two cults from Detctive Ryan --- Damnantion! Yes, a note actually pops out this hardcover's pages. Found inside Chapter 18, close to the time that the area code appears for Murty Island, near Hilton Head, 843, to be exact. I nearly jump out of my freckled skin. There it lay, folded in half, on a lined scrap of loose leaf, the phone number for Hampton Inn. Room 330 is also scripted. Not to worry, by this time my doors are re-locked, as I'm rather cursing the fact I live alone, keep cats instead of canines with larger teeth.

Well, this odd circumstance probably has a simple explanation. The last reader, or a reasonable facsimile surrounding DEATH DU JOUR, a library favorite which departs its own makeshift, shelf life faster than snow on a windshield in Montreal ... may actually have decided to visit one of those South Carolina Islands, take the book along, read it until all hours of a moonless night. Then cunningly leave an address for all of us left back home to ponder on our way to the hospital of choice. Since things such as this, although eerily cast, are but the makings of cardiac arrest for some. Others merely takes such things in stride, blame it on the librarians, or call the damn phone number, and like most cowards quickly hang up.

Morale of the story? Readers beware these thrillers. Don't let them bother you with sleepless or speechless nights of utter woe. Library patrons should never take such instances personally.

Instead, we should see fit to remove tiny notes to self from the center of said thrillers. Bejesus & the saints be praised, why ever not? Sure a glutton for scary, I'm now into my second, Temperance Brennan novel from the illustrious author, Kathy Reichs. I'll be glad to let anyone know, whom faithfully inquires on FICTION FANDANGO -- IF a re-opening of this blog's comment section comes to pass --- just how much I'm particularly enjoying, DEVIL BONES, from Scribner, c-rt 2008 with "devil worshippers & Wiccan" among "surprising plot twists."

RE: Murty Island, implications of two corpses on this monkey laden environ ... oh, please help us one & all. More than two monkeys in one place gives me the creeps. I abhor monkeys overall. While I'm trying to let y'all know crime fiction that is so well done, like this one, has a starring role, actually inclusive of a thing THEY call contemporary realism.

YIKES!!!

Of course, sea salts added to the relaxing bath syndrome, always helps.



Image from Walpurgis9 ala webtv.

 

CAULDRON TIME 2011 BLEW into town Fri last. Below find TEFF on TEFFs fiction.

"TITLE: ANALYZE THIS, VAMPIRES!
BY MRS MARY MOFFETT

SUPPOSE for the sake of clarity vampires are blood suckers. Blood suckers as in Wall Street/ Banker Bailouts (including TARP shields covering up both 2008 & 2009) suck dry the US Treasury. Now, mix and stir average greedy persons. Here greed doesn't center on greedy for fame, greedy for attention, but instead equates to financial greed. As in when someone goes I MUST HAVE ALL YOUR MONEY, Honey. My estimate is that there are at least ten sociopaths (or psychopaths) to every one one hundred people, which feel high. No matter square mile. Greed is out there, a capital sin like sloth and envy. Okay.

FANDANGO RETURNS --->
2010 Late Summer, two years bback(May 9 edit)

MRS MOFFETT FICTION!! FANDANGO!!

undertakes an outline, writes six chapters of a novel in progress --- set in NY's Greenwich Village --- titled: DON'T RISK IT ON BRISKET. Specifically while researching via a hands on manner back in 2008/9 a patron (great guy, highly intelligent, an investor) gave me more than sixty pristine copies of the Wall Street Journal dating from July 2007 to Jan 2009. So, please picture TEFF swamped, inundated with stock market speak. Sure, I locked in on a definition cheat sheet, notations/ vocab growing like mold on a stale beer, apt to supply quick ref on the side. Thus, unknown, seldom deciphered SEC terms were popping up at me like acne on a teen. No offense .. but add gluttony to the mix. Greed, Gluttony, Sloth. Ouch!

What if you knew a person who wanted all of everyone's money, plotted to take such things which subtraction is spelled t-h-e-f-t? Would you be tempted to do an embezzler story? True Crime stories are indeed out there. The SEC hasn't prosecuted, nor reported to DOJ, many a fine CEO whom in their own greedy rights rob our entire nation, my friends. Coast to coast. Albany to Santa Monica?

In my lifetime I met two embezzlers. The first served five years probation, was fined, caught after purchasing a new house, a new pickup. WHILE running a bar with weekly music in a college town which sits on nearby Ohio River. Poor gal, a woman in her early thirties, decides one day (way back in '79) to cook her boss's books to the mere tune of thirty thousand missing and directly found in her pocket. Ouch!! Sure enter classic tale side (above.) BTW, no attempt on any related plot. Sample case only.

As for the second, well book is still out on this particular entity. What comes into play with that person is same gender, overly rich, living beyond income, not an investor (no Wall Street Journal subscription showing at that address.) This publication WSJ is not online, kids. Most serious stock portfolio holders discuss their guesses, taut well intended gambles like feral cats screeching in the dark of night. Profs precisamente de bean counters natures abide on hands on hands on OP $$$$.

To plot an average rip off story --- Think accountability de accounting firms & CPA shipsters. Shape shifters travel light. Whatya mean you only need your cell phone, Hon? Brisket wonders Who are & were these escape artists anyway? Premise out there, not mine alone truthfully.

Yet, self-made financiers are over the top giddy with gab aimed at all listeners --- like lice on a bird's nest, present and accountable. They spout, share success, toss out a rope that begs to lasso feedback from the common consumer. Or not?

Hidden agendas de embezzler in action can also zero in on power trip swindles, fraud, larceny. Worst of all these terrible sins happen every single day to unsuspecting families. Oh, triple OUCH!

At the bottom of the pile, do note cheap essence of a filament a le proteger. Nobody safe, taxpayers in line, citizens all. Think swamp gas invasion. Horrendous perfume, among TEFF gripes? Greed de greedy.
Meanwhile beyond the pale of dastardly greed spot hungry catfish gather low down in the mud, in murky unseen waters.

?? One of my bugaboos? --- Oh, hell yeah. This be simply "never trust a human soul, continue to question controllers, whomever they may be." Warnings abound out here in Logic Landfill Villa and sure we read them all. Yeah, identity crisis is one aspect of aging. Maybe for character actions, writers can and do separate fiction from reality. Damn straight, we do.

However, know this, whenever a journalist dabbles in a world gone haywire (there's that TARP thingy) serious minded know the rule. If it happens to you, you may write about it.

So at the next needle & craft meeting, aka cross county Stitch & Bitch tell alls --- Maybe YOU might actually be seated next to a Madame DeFarge. Probably not, so beyond all else, don't sweat the small stuff.

As for DON'T RISK IT ON BRISKET a remission occurs with that story. At this time, at least. Why? Hell, I'll tell you why, darlins. Readers, the reason is because the nature of the WSJ leaves me speechless, beyond numb. You see TEFF declares to all and sundry ---- Help me Jesus! Low lowest of the low-low-tolerance for greed. I just hate the bitch. Guess, what, I'm pretty damn sure Ah aint alone.

HELL, YEAH! Still charged $5 non sale price for a can of coffee which got smaller per ounce & now comes in cardboard, tin history. Which flavorful brew once cost $2.50. Cakes in our frozen section of local grocers are smaller, cost one dollar per box higher than one year ago.

Actually, the aforementioned suspect, shall we say is not in anyway at all inside the novel title from this desk, the extraordinary -- DON'T RISK IT ON BRISKET. Let's conclude with there are blood sucking vampire types out there who could scare the life out of a lion. Best to be avoided at all costs. Whenever one blends with reality world .. if nec ... simply keep a phone number for your favorite Assistant District Attorney inked in the palm of one's hand. In the meantime, bury the story comes to mind.

Skip thy honest stitch, forgo that worst final bitch.

30/all


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Thanks to DON'T RISK IT ON BRISKETs highly motivated reader for staying the course. Best thing about the pen, she said, is the humour. When a middle age matron, mother of Private Eye, Mac Chromey enlists to study Librarianship with a stint @ THE NEW YORK CITY PUBLIC LIBRARY .. sadly enough the promised chapter --- A LITTLE LIBRARIAN HUMOR is not yet available. CIRCA 2010.

YO! KINDLERS!!! WOW!!! I you guys.


UH OH!!

So near --- Oh, honey it's here.

It's Cauldron Time!


 

BREAKING NEWS --- {USER: TEFFOM} aka MRS MARY MOFFETT, TEFF teffom@writing.com


SHORT STORIES 4 $ale. YES!!!
Here they are --->

http://www.amazon.com/dp/BOO5IYFGVO

http://www.amazon.com/dp/BOO5IWDIYU

FICTION!! FANDANGO!! TEFFOM@WRITING.COM ---- Mz TEFFY!!! TALKING KINDLE WITH SUBMISSIONS CHRONOLOGICALLY written, produced, held for ransom money (sales) teffom@writing.com presents stories ....

Since 2005 !!!! TO TWENTY-ELEVEN, RECENTLY COMPOSED.

SALES SAIL ON!!!. FIND TRADITIONAL SHORT STORIES!!!
GENRE TAPPING!!! ALA TEFF!!!

OCT: 2011 --- Placing said e-stories also dubbed e-books on the KDP, last Autumn prompts the past promo. "Bring it on!! AH, imagine the competition. This close to the opening of CAULDRON TIME!!! An Annual TEFF tradition. Setting , time ... autumn. Whewhhh weeee!! Does it get any better than this momentous event?"

Sure it does. SEEKING PRINT PUBLISHERS, TODAY (MAY 7)

Read this author!! MARY MOFFETT on Kindle ..

Currently courting Kindle Blog readers --- clearing decks, looking back, my first blog ---JUNEBUGS & ELDERBERRY WINE --- MAY resurface RE: USA historic journalism, 2005-9.

Please stay tuned ... UPDATES A websitery: RE: Selling a Menu of Short Stories written by teffom@writing.com ---> NOW offered on Amazon.com @ Kindle Direct Publishing. A relatively new venture Crt Aug 2011 in the planning stage for ages. Still crafting new ones daily. Tis TEFF's time to reflect, schedule, sell short stories. Oh yeah. Thank you Jesus!!!

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
HUGE thanx to Amazon, KDP for this opportunity to embrace society, Gracias to new readers responding. Everything matters in ordinary time. Moving the word out with utmost decisive grains of full truth are possible. Audience please enjoy --- Fandango's theme: Three Es of Authorship & READERSHIP remain -- Entertainment, Education, Escape. Oh, TEFF's boasts style, you bring the smile.

Revamping La PORTFOLIO: Previously on FANDANGO, many blogs include author-to-author writing hints under the category of Writers War, a premise for a war on writers when creativity wanes, while reading preference thinks to dictate the hows of writing. Which basically is learned in one's school years. Of course, the entire kittenkaboodle varies.

Find proper Biblios here from both print sources and I-net links from this
freelance journalista.

Find commentary on newsy items as pertains an outlook for changing times inside the USA, which is wildly enmasse under duress. Why? Anything to do with a corporate led media spells control. Whereas true journalism even at a local or researchable level can satisfy a ken to be rightfully informed via reporting --- bereft spin doctors.

Autumn 2010 blogs emphasize aims & stats of world wide audience (offsite patrons predominately courted -- please understand that luck is a groovy mistress @ this familiar address, one among many, luvs})

Taste samples @ " WEEKLY RACY VOCAB FORMS"

PRESIDENT @ "AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB"
MUSIC available --- For webtv-ers CLICK below:

http://norbert26.com/midi_1/amazinggrace_2.mid

Thank YOU, Norbert for these wonderful linkable mids!! I love them all!

LET FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION LIVE!

WORLD WIDE WEB OPEN! Word on the street: "OH, and brag, writers brag! But only if enabled. IF (and only if) you carry in your anthologies traditional short stories to brag upon." The world claims readers who are not writers. To my knowledge writers read.

FANDANGO WELCOMES ALL READERS! 2010 quote attributed to TEFF'S ON KINDLE!!! (96)

Editors note: Reserving a spot to include recent Lit read/ w commentary from ... Yours Truly, Miss TEFF aka Mary Moffett, published on Kindle Direct Publishing. (Updates soon.)

$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Closing with ------ Many of FANDANGO'S blogs below were originally meant as a record for thoughts on various topics. Editing again today, a laughable copy & swipe.

Allright, folks --- READ ON!! Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm, mmmmm

Stories UP: THE RIPPER RETURNS TO WHITECHAPEL COURT
Crt @ 2/ 2005 --- wds. 5,634

ROMANCE ON THE BAY OF FUNDY C rt 12/ 2005 wds: 3,353

PS: Cauldron Time an annual clebration ... When: Be careful comes into play. Readers, Prepare for comedy genre as well Open next autumn. Sept 21, 2012.

FLAMING FANDANGO OH she be diversified. (Blogs JAN 2009 --- 12)

Ed note: May 7, 2012 --- New webpage working ...



 

WEBTV!! Oh, Hell is right.
Ed. Note: Dear Readers: Please SEE: 5 W's explanation at the end of this FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG at the end of this blog entry.
Oh my gawd, gaz-zooks, webbers. We-uns paid our bills religiously to save our own hides aka our cyber space connection, to moreorless hold onto near the end of a decent run, despite constant refusals, rewritten rules, etc --- from said msn.com, which now owns webtv since (?) 2007 or 2008. Sunova, those endearing Miscrosoft network folks, that bunch won't up our browser capacity. So, pretty sure, not alone on enjoying msn.comsearch all these years (since 2001 at this desk.) That be 2001-10- Aug 2011. Like wake up last week to read -- no more msn.com search for webtv. Or for anyone else either. Damnation!

As webbers -- We're still here, perhaps bootable to the core, we're gorgeously colorful, can take the movie plunge at will. Alas costly world gone awry. Yeah, we went out into the netherlands of real forests, ocean sides. History swept us along on msnbc.com search. Yet, we endure. Now we lost our msn.com search. Woe, are we @webtv.

The ultimate demise came with a non effect for webbers, we still had the boxes, man. We had the dates, we had the sum --- gone all gone no matter we kept hundreds at bay, to the side, knew what they came up with in research data as early as 2001. Course, cough cough, most of that gone missing like a decent non polluted wind. WHO do you think you are really to combine with the inferior bing? Deduce an offer so high, you think to curtail us again this year? How dare you, is all this writer can say. Oh the humanity, pollution invasion so foul as you track us. We webbers, we'll figure it out. Most of us, correct me if I'm wrong are heading to Yahoo, which search mode supports the common decency to supply an amount of hits. Of course, map of I-net stats -- selling PC's, sporting PC upgrades --- many hateful of the ancient ones born in Cally, that be webtv circa 1994-99 which went world wide in a matter of months.

Daily we face crumbs of a Preclude status, everybody erased, wikipedia as light as a dove nowadays. Nobody listens, few care. Yes, we need not perform like trained tigers: a time wasting exercise involving a computer mouse nec. Gawd, enter snidely dealings from (pooh-pooh) owners for an unjust loss of the best SE the world of the International WEB had ever known. What does this mean, temporarily not in service? Then toss us onto bing, into a basin among an awful overcrowded, currently holding back numerical hits to sites --- whereas webbers were so damn proud of what they purchased since 1994! In my case 2000-1.

Damn you Microsoft Network, give us our msn.com freaking search.

Yahoo shows the # of hits for topics. Bing now controls our former staple -- for webbers that tis --- msncomsearchy & Windows Likelihood search are all plain old bing. Unless? Nah, not even an announcement. Imagine some poor stiff working on a his college thesis. Already my face went from purple to red to green to blue. Help me, Jesus! Take a good product, fudge it because those corp need the special touches, the more, but they now hide the best. You see? The word is censorship. Ah, damn. Ten years gone in a flick of a switch.

Unfuckingbelievable actually. No telling what might happen with this latest loss. Gawd, we took so much already. Nobody wants us to be compatible, and yeah they use explorer. Which webbers do not need. Nobody reads our history out here in cyberspan. We lost a country, we owned it first. Webbers credited with -- surf the web, worldwide web =-- WE were the explorers in a very brave new world. We wanted to sell short stories on disks. Instead the market expanded, writers wrote for free, we weren't hacks, We are still superior, now we use Yahoo Search. I wouldn't google a message to the last time I saw my ancestors running away in Scotland to save your souls. I wanted to sell my writing, not give it away. WEB tv took that option too with: no sales for you.

Well, I never. Due personal, sure TEFF needs a vacation from the norm. Since my Lamborghini Fleet flies me anywhere @ the drop of a sun bonnet --- Now LOOKY here. I'm already in New England, in Amherst @ an undisclosed hotel where I am staying after my first week here, now for free. Why? Well, I somehow convinced the owner of the Bed & Breakfast to allow me to advert her business via geographical ID. Thus write, my famous LaRue/ MOFFETT PUBLISHING --- KINDLE awaits byline from any of the offices she's decorated splendidly in early mock, Sixties Colonial. Trying touristy, come join the fun. Retirees welcome! Heavy on historical, natural, praiseworthy architectural delights, then come spend a few bucks --- please? Now, Ladies, you blue hairs shall not want for something to do or view. We're into a have-a-blast theme.

Doesn't knitting seem so orderly? Toss in theatre nights, open snack canteen. Daily cleaning the entire meal producing kitchen, cooking seafood. One's imagination soars jumping on ladders, lining library shelves, ordering magazines.

Tiring, down & dirty, kneeling upon cramped gardening knees -- but worth tantalizing bouquets & fresh veggies ... Paula's choice for all of the above? Why, darling, Ah must testify --- Garden Club's a big hit. So, into week two. Oh how time flies, oh my aching back. My idle, ideal vacation happily morphs into moi as paid activity director of sorts. With a foul temper since I lost my msn.com search in its pure original, 2001 form. Oh, damn. Now I must enjoy myself twenty-four seven. Yeah, don't smoke the small stuff, shift gears, spell it out babycakes. Complaining is the IN THING!!!

Voiced this quote in May 2011. "Insults are a part of speech." Kinda says it all from ...
"FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG!" 

Topic: WHAT --- TEFF talks about the demise of msn.comsearch.

WHERE --- Cyberspace, she be a-changing.

WHEN -- Aug 2011

WHO -- didn't guess ahead of time, see this terrible loss coming --- due FCC controls ebbing like incoming tides since 2007.

WHO -- those who buy & sell, own everything eventually, because they purchase what they want. Spelling --- one word, in sum --- c-e-n-s-o-r-s-h-i-p, amigos.

WHY -- supposing it's both dummy down, as opposed to smarty up (which msn.com's former msn.com search engine (SE) was: better/ offering an intelligent research approach. AND -- corporate control on a major level.

Rest in peace msn.com search, you will be missed forever.
 

Hello August 2011
Greetings to Authors Discussion CLUB! Welcome Audience!
For the sake of clarity, while writing a bit better in the mawning early .. this author spent half the night mentally planning an otherwise open "FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG!"  entry/ inclusive of to whom it may concern re: the state of Planet Earth.

Coming from a wonderful visit last night with friends at a nearby establishment, where they grow all their own food, can same, and these talented folks even make jellies & pickles .. one should ask themselves .. what is happening to our planet?

The outlook is not good.
Summer temperatures rise across the nation, forest fires are rampart, MTR hasn't stopped, fracking's taken hold even in Upstate New York, droughts ensue. Yet, post Fukajima, Japan (Mar 2011) we're totally aware the USA claims more than one unsafe nuke plant, built in bygone eras, and not exactly specifically annually, appropriately regulated.

So, there's air conditioning in a nutshell. We rob Appalachia of mountain serenity, destroy more than 477 mountains in WV, leave those poor folks and cultures with avid black lung specifics, which is now simply airborne. Coal dust lingers in water supplies as well. Such mining practices from King Coal's profit powers nukes. Yes, MTR rapes land which was here long before you or I turned on any air conditioners or blazed evening lights which, of course lead us all on the the Great White Way, another name for NY's Broadway.

In the Gulf of Mexico in 2010, April to be exact, BP orchestrated a major oil leak, which took the lives of eleven men when an oil rig exploded. Louisiana's Governor couldn't even stop huge amounts of chemicals dumped into the Ocean to disperse the oil. By nature intended everyone knew oil at the surface would eventually sink. Guess what? These horrendous 'detergents' as they were called by the press and chemical companies, some subsidiaries of BP, are still being flown about, dropped upon ocean waves. This causes the final phase to ALL aquatic life. Porpoise are tracked as pods go completely white, before their final death knoll, now effecting a species whose paths may lead them as far north as the Carolinas.

Nah, you won't see this on faux news, CNN will look the other way, 20 20 won't take the time to do decent documentaries anymore, at all and 60 minutes likes to follow white on white crime or medical stories which wrench one's heart in half.

The EPA came out early in the Spring of 2010 against these risky, undefined chemical dispersants. The oil sank, also while still on the surface became picked up by the rain & wind and sure that went inland from the long Gulf Coast. Ultra toxic chemical stew sprayed into the Gulf harm the human population. This is similar to West Virginians plight, Kentucky residents and Tennessee natives who experience Valley Fill Mining, aka Mountaintop removal. Which incidentally after laying mountain to a rock face, only harvests 8% of the coal. I often wonder when they'll go back for the rest.

President O stood in WV and said he'd end MTR. He hasn't. The EPA could not stop toxic chems being dumped into the Gulf. Otherwise known as a despicable practice of terrible consequence to man and fish and water sources. We're on a thin line with water quality in many geographical regions where man made destruction is daily fair for states who are the unlucky ones so ... we may sell our coal, allow oil to be purchased from BP for two foreign occupations, as BP sells straight to US military factions.

Wow, in Jersey, people must Yahoo search MTR! The best kept secret OF: an ongoing environmental disaster for our generation, to date. Nobody knows about these environmental catastrophes, is not an accurate statement. Many of us, indeed are fully aware, semi conscious, whatever. Our media corporation owned conglomerate non news or bogus spin channels are apt to shut out scientific facts. Honey chiles, they spin, debate, slam such knowledge into their standard disinformation bent.

Lack of real news is astonishing, so instead one turns not to Public Radio, which has it's mediocrity intact, but to the safe haven world of non fiction print.

Inside your libraries, ADC members may even find some of their nearby counties, or specific Librarians will take it upon themselves to not upset coddled patrons, US residents, state by state. But not all of them will deny readers an advantage. I tell you true, Librarians honor requests for purchases almost 90% of the time.

If we do not know about closeness of a Planet in utter distress, we should. This has been parleyed about since the first Earth Day back in the Seventies. Here's the worst, FICTION FANDANGO recently discovered that environmental issues are not being mentioned, taught, explored in highschool classrooms, but only going by a small local sampling. Now, if that aint bad enough Public Schools are turning out grads who can turn their heads to the side and deny: Climate Change, Overuse & Dangers of Fossil Fuels, Nuclear Power, Global Warming because they didn't hear about these topics during 12 years of their passage into the throes of educational venues, grade by grade.

Worse, I-net SEs (Search Engines) are totally controlled, a change since 2010. When BP purchased the top ten spots on Google, who didn't see this coming? This week, the ones who were here first, in Cyber space, us webtv-ers, we lost one of the most valuable additions to the online world at large. Msn.com & msnbc.com have foregone the msn.com search. We're Bing now sponsored by Windows Live.

My suggestion is to turn to the bookstore, purchase non fictions appropriate for one of the most important issues in authorship, LIT and reduced in the long run to be labeled "writing."

While the three E's of LI/ Non fiction remain: Entertainment, Escape, the last is important for today's citizenry faced with a grueling task, often at their own expense. EDUCATION!

This awful sell out of nature taking its course when hurricanes make landfall, tornadoes waft destruction, and torrential storms cause floods, or lack of rain causes ruination of land and crops, ETC... must stop being tauted around like it is the word of the Lord. Look around your homestead, your town, your city, your skies, your rivers, your coastlines. Yup, these environmental topics of grave importance sport basic causes. And, yeah these are man inflicted.

In Congress, blast those guys & gals, we suffered thru the debt, the ceiling borrowing debt, now we are credit deficient on a world wide scale. Sure, we'll see everyone believe we're broke. Meanwhile, during the next sham, BIG OIL & King Coal will continue serving customers due an irreplaceable ken for fossil fuel addiction.

What can one do? Well, saying no to the extras, try to live green ... etc etc. But the most important thing to do is self educate. I mean just in case you too want to applaud the planet you live upon. Look then to nature at its core, not just the seasonal fluff of a snowstorm story, an October scare, an Easter Lily, blooming calm. The situation is indeed quite dire. Because of rising summer temps, a total disregard for the fishing industry in the Gulf (obviously replaced by the oil rigs) irretrievable harm to oceans and mountains, then ask yourself and your neighbor, maybe even all of your relations and friends --- how come we didn't know about these terrible things. Please do that, if and when you can.

Vice President or Elected President in 2000, our one and only Al Gore has a Rolling Stone article out this month, where he talks down to skeptics. And yes, the article generalizes the shame present within this great country of ours. Sure, VP Gore attempts to educate a swath of reasonableness which should meet & greet all ages.

Suggested reading for August: SEE:

CLIMATE OF DENIAL -- The Media & The Merchants of Pollution
By Al Gore
Publisher: Rolling Stone: Issue 1134/1135 July 7-21, 2011

Then write and tell me which books are the best to reel in sinful actions, gungho goings on of the major Planet Earth Polluters, when actually the term is destroyers. It's no longer a place in Bangladesh, a torrid spot in Africa or Cambodia. It's here, CLUB and unfortunately for us, Earth's demise has been here, and yeah, tis growing much worse.

We waited for that liar in the White House to push more environmentally safe jobs. Wind power picked up. Solar efficiency is not exactly available to all for winter times yet to come. So, stalemates, sellouts, when my prediction is that Prez O will switch parties because to me he is the Republican's Democrat.

Keeping Obama's Afghan war going for little or no reason is not only to escalate war profiteering for military equipment, as expensive as hell, Mr & Mrs Actual Taxpayers, profitable to Boeing and the like -- the issue is also security contracts. These are owned by cyberspace pirates and create millionaires (who pay no taxes -- not part of the debt ceiling crash, mentioned above) due gov'mint contracts. Those wars were always about security, espionage via electronic contracts. Rather broad but out there none-the-less.

Time to take a better look at the harmful side of effects happening hourly to this planet? Yes, without a doubt --- past time. Yet still of extreme importance. More pollution spells less quality of life on this planet, more diseases and illness related issues, such as the horrendous aftermath of BP's 2010 oil leak. Yes, a civilization is at risk in the Southern Gulf states. And along our Appalachian Mountain Range.

Your examples are everywhere. Not a surprise, to readers of this missive to be honest. Bring the concerns to "RIDING THE WRITERS WAVE OPENS"  and let us all know what to do, what to read, how to express.

Thank you.

Cordially, Mrs. Mary Moffett

ED Note: removing ref to a blog contest.

When in the starting line, that summer --- TEFF wrote: on FANDANGO --- RE: PROMPTS --- (yes, I wrote many prompts, went for smarty-up @ the time ...

Please continue ... TO: AUTHORs DISCUSSION CLUB ... newsletter copy ////

"Anyone is welcome to join or post any type of blog entry which might purport this subject, a waning safe, Planet Earth in distress, denied by tagdoging tv media, or not. Those yokels are aka climate deniers. However, when we choose our prompts in September, as bloggers are allowed their time to instigate subject matter, I truly hope that more members of "AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB"  come on down and give this world of ours a proverbial shake.

Rolling Stone: Sept 2010: See: ON THIN ICE by Ben Wallace Wells
VANISHING ICE SHEETS/ GLOBAL WARMING'S TICKING TIME BOMB

Again, Dear Audience, thanks for reading this rather general missive of adroit importance to all residents living on Planet Earth.

ADC NL @

ID: 1323687   (Rated: 18+) AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB  MOFFETTs on Kindle --- WAVE FORUM/ BUY & PUBLISH US!! Truth RE: The Craft 2012 STYLE!! by FICTION!! FANDANGO!!

So much for honest critique in a place far removed from LIT. How can peeps actually rely on ADOL LIT IF they be adulthood worthy?

Guesses as a novice writer once run to oddball like temptations to play hardball RE:
ON WRITING,
ON WRITING STYLE,
TRANSITIONS OF WRITING LEVELS
BEEN THERE, PASSED TESTS
JOURNALISM
ENG COMP
LIBRARIANSHIP

MASS COMMUNICATION BY THE CORPORATION SPELLS DEATH TO DEMOCRACY

Things brew in England over cups of Earl Gray where a tabloid scandal involving Rupert Murdoch & Prime Minister "Dodgy Dave" Cameron, who met with News Internationl mogul & son execs, admittedly 2x per month for fifteen months ---

score low at Scotland Yard where investigations reveal not a damn thing. Left dead in a north London Apt is the whistle blower Reporter Sean Hoares, former NEWS OF THE WORLD, NOW CLOSED by Murdoch alarmed by wiretapping charges, revealed to the NYT in the fall of 2010.

ALSO KNOW BY MANY INSIDE LONDON!!
Follow this one on Fandango. Be charmed by Scotland Yard's top resignations as public outcry tops the charts.

Allegedly, editors lunched with management, ownership, a prime minster, so & so astonishing elbow rubbing with The Metropolitan Poe-leece.

Headline: from"FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG!" 

MURDOCH EMPIRE ENSNARED ...

Canary dies @ age 40!

Another real journalist down who helped inform the British Isles their phones tap ensued. The new term ran for the pleasant who adore foxnews cons (conservative, conversationalists, conartistry, convincingly spun to the tune of

**** 100 Million ***** household views per day is 'phone-hacking.' Wiretapping, illegal espionage from reporters condescendingly willing, apt, able, implicated, arrested to use informationes in NEWS OF THE WORLD, part of The New World newspaper. Some of which biased, led, spun, ruled a prime minister from the Conservative Party ... that maybe he'd be impeached. Charges versed forth from opposition Labor candidate, last fall --- since Cameron is but ten months into first term...

Now the hand in the cookie jar, criminal tresspases --- let's see complicit? Complicity City.

Public Outrage in London, which the likes of duped customers, paying exuberant fees for cable cartel pals, wheeling & dealing billions around the world shall not allow tabloid upheaval without justice prevailing is FANDANGO's premise. OF INTEREST to readers like moi.

SNARE THAT FOX!

OPINIONATED BASTARD!

foxnewslies// foxnewslies// foxnewslies /// Chanted in front of FOX BLDG NY by over four million protesters

during the 2004 REPUG convention

foxnewslies --- warmongers

IT AINT NEWS
IT IS SPIN

Spin is a lie, only half a story. Half a story is a godemn lie!

A chance to end propagandizing steering voters in a conservative path only, applauding war, seldom interviews troops on the ground, sicken the hearts of Americans who do not watch.

Murdoch owns THE WALL STREET JOURNAL, purchased the lead em on boys, old cowhide, coming to get roast a fatted calf, fatcat wha-ooping your mindless mindset for tax breaks for me, not y'all, t'all. Let News Corp steer you into a beey pen, eat steaks, caviar, all here be my FOX xx
dont rewind, be superficially oh so kind ... gulp guloocha galute, brute ... lies, foxneslies, foxneslies and you know it blues. Yo FOX!

Huh? Ooops ... tttt sspsspspppht
glug glug ..whup ass
xnxnnxnxnxnx

POW!!

Why, Elmer Dudd, if I live & breath. You shot that fox, dincha?

Thass all folks, don't accept less.

Watch Democracy Now on Link or Free Speech TV.

Follow real true real real not fake fakey faaaaaaaaaayyyyy foxnewsfakes foxnews fakes

Go to: @

Democracy.org

From: "FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG!" 

Headline: TABLOID SCANDAL IN ENGLAND SHOCKS US --- sick to death of fox

If you are a republican who only whatches fox, I am surprised beyond belief. Are yeh indoctrinated or just feisty? Fiction Fandango is thrilled to present the upcoming serial. Not nec aiming for low-blow intolerance of stupido viewrs who walk the line of acceptance. Denial is shameful & apathetic. But is it cozy?

Onto the British Isles, then forewith yonder accusations @ or a jounralistic look see, quais opinions intact from this desk? Be careful.

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Gorgeous wheather, sunless, pruning for propogation, rooting plant stems in glass jars. Wlaking porches, patios, gardens, potted plant aisles, under pure white fallout clouds. Et tu?

Rainy day, sixties, mopping up boys. FANGANDO IS BREATHLESS, what a story, a journalist's dream.

Au revoir ... going KINDLE ...

Now, me? FANDANGO DANCING this one out slow, easy, accurate. It aint all new (background) July recent ... Aug updates, NYTimes, Independent, London Times ... oh in heaven .. reading a fine story of grandiose importance here in the states. READERS, we surf an international I-net Culture.

Fox news apt to be on the line akin to Cell Block D. Oh, I love it.

Aint gonna see this tabloid bluff on foxs/s/n/e/w. Watch pencil head pull a dumb face. Time to shut these shams OFF!!!

Babe, FANDANGO never watches fox anything. Murdoch owns newspapers which he says he likes better, now he aint saying much over ta London. Proof of leading a winning election of a conservative member of Parliement aint chickenpen shit. That FOX be cornered. And, yeah they've been a sounding board for the GOP in the USA prior to Nov/ Dec/ 2000 when Al Gore won the White House keys.

Oh, tis deep. Actions of the key players on Murdoch's wide payroll == heads which may roll. Now with pencil head and fat face blonde ... that I wouldn't mind seeing, myself.

Yeah, the hardy type. Can TEFFOM stay the course?

Maybe yes, maybe no.
30/all

***** Tim Dickerson's THE FOX NEWS FEAR FACTORY p. 55// ROLLING STONE, June 9, 2011 ... Issue: 1132


to be continued ...

ED NOTE Needs name of corps === News Corp? Holdings, subsids ???


 

Date: Sun, Jul 31, 2011, 9:11am

Reading two articles, Sun morning, July 31,

RE: Congressional Debate concerning raising debt ceilings amounts to little or no information from The New York Times base. Of course, these hit national airways via news.mobile courtesy of msn.com. Microsoft Network (msn) purchased webtv a few years ago. Thass accurate information from a webber. Me.

Now, first NYT article (since defunct within an hour later) came with this title: NYT: It's a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad DC.

Good Lord, note six adjectives for angry. They only come up with m-a-d? Allrighty then --- no byline showing. Now out here in don't be a plagiarist land, freelance journalists know how to quote properly. All one sees here, when msn.com ran the news feed is the date -- July 30.

Well, I never. Here's the gist of the enchilada, dearhearts. In a nutshell gurj bu (Miss TEFF's 2003 derivative for Dubya) supplies the country with nearly no tax revenue from wealthy individuals (subtracting greedy corporations who rule this land with an iron fist) amongst a vast citizenry of the grand USA. Seven year's worth of Zilch --- spelling LE$$ tax revenue for all. Naturally that ploy morphs into elitism. Yes, without a doubt, Holmes.

So, along comes President O --- back in 2008, telling those who cast their votes in his die-rection not only will he stop MTR in the Appalachian (which he stated aloud in WV, 2008.) --- He'd "... bring a responsible end to the Wars in Iraq and Afghanistan." And this lying polecat also promises early on to tax the One Percentile supposedly controlling most of the entire nation's finances. Since, 2003 .. the highfalutin debt ceiling must have raised because folks became even wealthier than wealthier-than-thou stats turning a happy go-lucky tax-evading cartel into a possible 2-3%. Yeah, if they paid up, whenever that fateful day arrives logic defines their precious bucks might stab a hole into this thing adroit, out-of-control, overload of feeble news. Rather than bankrupt the country aware gurj bu withdrew major federal funds to over 100 major US cities as early as 2004. We can't elect ourselves a man with a spine who says --- NO MORE TAX CUTS to the ultra rich????

Yeah, some of them, let's call them selfish, not winners of the American Dream --- which today morphs simply into a term like American Survival. Shucks on Sunday --- That THEY, them guys & gals --- rode war profiteering backlash, invested in Haliburton, or the like. ETC!! Retired Generals not only vied for air time as war consultants for the major mass media on cable news channels, they also opened IT companies. In the Middle East war theatre while IT might not even work on the ground --- it is an industry which is sure to increase profits because it deals with gov'mint contracts soaring annually between (2002 -- 2011) into multi million dollar payouts.

Then as history has it --- then watch Numero Uno gather in another two percent of pals, fam, bank affiliationes. Hell, name it.

Despite facts pertaining forward with any soulful, honest solution sure this is out there.

Thus summing with:

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD & COUNTRY, teens next door, working class fams, small businesses --- coast to coast & our nation's aging babyboomers ---

You go on now, Prez O --- Tax the lily white bastards, oh please tax them!  
Why are they not being taxed?
What? They can't or won't pay their fair share?

Honey chiles, while we-uns is broke, paying nearly double for food over 2008 prices --- what are they doing? Laughing enroute to Cayman Banko or buying foreclosed homes is one guess from Fandango.

To be continued --- Hyperventilating in progress ...

In the meantime, went to Mass, return, read Rolling Stone back issues 2010/ 2011, ate breakfast, ate lunch, closed tall windows against assaulting heat, pulled tight white curtains (sheets & lace.)

Then came to terms with emails sent during July. AHAH, now a time line emerges for this writer. Well, the second swipe of the same look see @ the two articles in question, written by moi. Okay? Thank you.

From: PaulaLaRue/ Date: Sun, Jul 31, 2011, 10:15am

PART TWO: $$$$ MAD MEN $$$ DEBT $$$
Sorry, digression aka a set up for the Six-times Mad-Mad article above. This, my friends, might surprise you.

Okay, inside the article one thing startles this writer.. Namely: 13 year old, Luke Stancil whose quizzed, quoted while visiting the capitol from Johnston, NC. Young Stancil "chairman of the Teenage Republicans" states "he liked conservatives affiliated with the Tea Party coming out for raising the debt ceiling." Oh, my out of the mouth of babes. NYT! Is this all you got? Can there be a typo at 13 --- do you mean 16 or 18?

The article: IT'S A MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD DC -- draws on tourist remarks such as an aged twenty-seven, accountant who wallops the globe by "worrying about his hedge fund clients."

Then waltz across the street from the Treasury Dept, twice inside the article enter The Old Ebbit Grill, where interviews are in progress, Sat. July 30.

Cool your jets while German tourists make the scene as a father tells his son on the steps of White House grounds --- naturally not touchily disclosed -- and then we see a figure --- So, "$14 Trillion" is what they owe (son) while Germany Loans are less. Yeah, and a smaller country, Herr Know it all.
  
John McCain weighs in with a blurb, he's lifting from a WALL STREET JOURNAL article by mimicking "Tea Party Hobbits."

By this time who gives a damn about the palsy hook paragraphs concerning how terribly busy are those on hand @ Speaker Sen. John Boehner's call center. Oh, poor things only privy to "four hours sleep" per day on a sunny afternoon. Are they also aware of heatwaves when US cities faced as high as 115 degrees less than two weeks ago?

Basically, we eventually discover an overall agreement statement, in conclusion. Wait, this is good.

"Much of what is occurring in Congress may be incomprehensible." Shucks, hoss. Certainly, if you can't report it.

The grandiose NYT moves on by about 9am. Now msn.com treats the world wide web with:

RIGHTWARD TILT LEAVES OBAMA WITH PARTY RIFT ... no byline, July 31.

Now hell thass a damn shame. A bit longer, still a D-minus. Prez O's quoted for "failure to end Bush-era tax cuts."
Yup, logical Fandango focus.

Furthermore, Mr Joe Public & Mrs Joan Public -- are warned of --- "a slow rise in Medicare eligibility to 67 from 65."
The Dickens, you say!

We read along --- We may look forward to "10 year cuts for: military & domestic spending." Yippee, right?

This article hurts the teeth as it continues with "disappointment by his (Obama's) escalation of the war in Afghanistan."

By who? Oh thass right a sold out, bailout unworthy, population. Aka, us poor idiots, that NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT of all voters and their offspring too young to reach red or blue buttons on digitally misconstrued Diabold voting fiasco type machinery. Ahem, evident in every state, in small towns and in crowded cities .... Bring back the paper ballot, ixnae on comedic chicanery via mass voting machine sales. Alas, another flimflam must purchase dictated to 50 states.

(Hum with me know sisters, pick up the chorus, my brothers --- America, America, my Country Tis of Thee) ---

The NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT ...indeed do deserve domestic spending forever ---

Sing loud, y'all!
From sea to shining sea.

Ahah! TO-DAY, ladies and gentlemen, this brief critique sum equates to an unknown journalist calling in conclusion for "more revenue from the wealthy."

Jesus Christ! I can't wait.

30/all

For more info on Sen John Boehner -- See:
THE CRYING SHAME OF JOHN BOEHNER
By Matt Taibbi
Rolling Stone Issue 1122/ Jan 20, 2011

Hat's off to Taibbi whose articles Fandango simply adores. Anyone who is reading this and is a tad bit, least unsure what writing style means, do look @ Taibbi for a clue to such a dilemma.

msn.com carrying:

http://news,mobile.msn.com/en-us/articles.aspx?afid=1&aid=

Ed note/ NEXT: Need topic timeline for July

What follows is the contradictions seen in Congressional voting, negotiations, etc. As reported on the wire, in the Public Domain ... from

The NEW YORK TIMES!


OOops Source check for reporters above ... above the $14 billion debt -- was misquoted by the late Sen Boner's son, T Boner. Kid?

TO! DAY! this journalist secrets calculate methods of mannerisms like: ways they tell the news. So this record of a one month (JULY /2K11) time on The Timeline is what leads A/P, Reuters ... However, the dreaded TEFF however, I wantaknow what's inside the Denver Post?

Aug 2/ & THE RALIEGH NEWS & OBSERVER. WED looking at Mr Murdoch/ on the outs with SCOTLAND YARD. Sounds like FICTION.

Bye bye ... comments on TUESDAY!!! Maybe yes, maybe no.

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"FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG!"  PRESENTS


$$$$$$$$ MAD MEN DEBT/TIMELINE: only in July $$$$$$$

By Mrs Mary Moffett, Freelance Journalist




Ref:

FROM:
@ http://www.nytimes.com/?emc=na



NYTimes News Alerts --- BREAKING NEWS
Breaking News Alert
The New York Times

Tuesday, July 5, 2011 -- 5:07 PM EDT

Title: Obama Calls Congressional Leaders to White House Thursday for Deficit Talks

"Mr. Obama: a "final deal"
TO -- "include tax increases on wealthy individuals as well as trillions of dollars in spending cuts."

http://www.nytimes.com/?emc=na

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Thurs: July 21 1:10 pm
Title:"Obama and Boehner close to major Budget deal 1:10 pm
Includes: "end tax breaks" "lower individual & corporate rates"

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Fri July, 22 6:05 pm
Title:
Important part surface: No new taxes to the wealthy/ medicare cuts/ markets affected

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Sat. Jul 23 4:05 pm
Boehner: "New Debt Deal" "cut $3 Trillion to $4Trillion over 10 years"
THUS: Avoid gov. shutdown for Tuesday Aug 2


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July 25 --- Title: HOUSE LEADERS CALL FOR SHORT-TERM RISE IN DEBT
CEILING ....
" ... by about $1Trill .. saving $1.2 Trill over ten years ..."

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July 28 10:42 pm

Delayed vote --- NYT --- (blames/ cites) "Tea Party backed members of
Repug Party .." ---

FANDANGO: Mr. Boehner's own party affiliation.

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Fri July 29 6:30 pm
Title: IN PARTY LINE VOTE HOUSE PASSES DEBT PLAN
 "218- 210 vote /// 22 repugs unwilling to support his (Boehner's) efforts ... for an
increase in debt ceiling."
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Fri Jul 29 8:38 pm
Title: SENATE TABLES BOEHNER'S DEBT CEILING BILL

"Dems promise to kill legislation in Senate ... "

"Treas. Dept says: county will default on financial obligation Tues (Aug 2) without increases

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Sat July 30 "Senate delays crucial vote ... until 1 pm Sunday."

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Sun July 31 Title: SENATE BLOCKS DEBT CEILING BILL
Filibuster interrupted //

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Sun Jul 31 1:36 pm
Sen Harry Reid (D) Nevada: We will move forward: we will move together.

"FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG!"  Me: Bipartisan or doing what needs to be done for the good of the county? Ta hell with lobbyists bearing cash unreported fortunes, gifts from their constituents who pull strings, twist/ prod/ carry out a means of influencing CONGRESSIONAL men and women/ elected officials how to vote.

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Sun July 31 5:20 pm Senate Vote scheduled for Mon/ Aug 1
Repugs ... " ... signed off on debt ceiling agreement   @ last ditch budget talks"

" .. significant cuts in Washington spending .. from Sen Mitch McConnel, Kentucky ..."

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Jul 31 8;45 pm   from PRESIDENT O: Leaders of both parties in both chambers ... reached an agreement that will reduce deficit and avoid default ...


Meanwhile --- Fandango: Next Tuesday.

"I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a Hamburger today." ..
Whimpy/ Popeye Comics


 

Prompt/ July 30/

Love @ first sight/ impromptu or ideal vacation

MONTANA SUNSET By Mrs Mary Moffett

Part 2: ONE MONTANA EVENING

Suffice, heatstroke during a Montana heat wave is a cruel mistress. So thinking, Mrs Lesley Monroe hightails from her house as soon as her sons enter a courtyard wrapping back enclaves of the Monroe family's Ponderosa style, ranch house manse.

"Mother, there's no sign of Aunt Lucy. We covered a short radius of two miles. Not a trace," Beauford Jr informs his distraught mother.

"I searched south along Boxelder. We have until at least nine before night time. What's the plan?" Gerry wants to know.

Lesley wipes her brow, her straw hat's askew. Akin to many Montana women of her class and calling she appears buff, a bit mannish, ready to butcher a steer with bare hands.

"Well, if this don't beat all. Gerry, you go inside, pull that antique bullhorn from the wall in your father's den."

The three move to the front oval shaped drive. Gerry blasts out --- "LUCY? LUCY? WHERE ARE YOU, AUNT LUCE?"

Parked at the end of the turn about, stands an oversized truck, bearing the logo Culligan Water. A tall, lean stranger leans against the passenger side with his feet splayed, his head on his chest, as if he's cadging an afternoon siesta.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Bleats Gerry Monroe as the three approach.
"Oh, damn. I'm the Culligan man. Just recently assigned to this part of ... uh, er ... Fergus County. Pleased to meet cha," goes the lanky, tan stranger, extending his hand to Beauford.

Beau pumps the guy's paw. "Mother, due to the gas fracking, maybe you can recognize the need for some dis-contaminated water for the household." To the man in light blue shorts, shirt, cap, he adds, "She'll need to think about it of course. We've a slight emergency at the moment."

"My apologies, I'm sorry to arrive on your doorstep at a bad time," intones the low voiced water salesman, who rather understands the quirks of the retail game. After all he's harking water during a major heat wave. "Might I offer my assistance to your kind family, sir?"

The three explain the dilemma. Gerry adds: "Mother here insisted on the entire neighborhood --- well society in Fergus encompasses approximately a hundred-fifty mile radius -- come a-visiting her sister, an Easterner. Our Aunt Lucy aint really used to company arriving at ten o'clock at night. Then they pushed on to dawn."

Oh, my, I never --- stammers Lesley Annie.

"Mother, Aunt Lucy can't handle all that whiskey drinking, fiddle playing, square dancing. She's hardly had a wink of sleep, I bet. Since she arrived."

Culligan to the rescue offers: "Oh, wow, so your sister? She's out there hot as the devil, plus suffering lack of sleep. Here, let me procure some restorative bottles of the finest water known to mankind. Which way didn't you search for her? And please, Maam, what does Miss Lucy look like?

Oh, she's skinny as a rail compared to me. Her long hair is up on her head in a hornet nest, a beehive, She's wearing Sixty style winged glasses. Says the sun bothers her eyes. Unlike me, I can look it in the face all year long."

They point the waterman toward Elderberry Creek. He's to follow it along the tree line.

Then the rest fan out, taking into consideration that at the end of Monroe Homestead's two-mile-long, drive, maybe Aunt Lucy hitched a ride.

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Taking four five gallon, blue plastic bottles from his truck, the stranger in a pale blue uniform follows his instincts. Assuming Aunt Lucy didn't wish to be seen by the entire household she's about to escape from ... he heads directly toward the forest line from the stables below the back of the manse.

Within fifteen minutes he spots a red plaid canteen lying near a stone wall. The smell of horses is keen, so he figures she meant to sit a spell where she wouldn't be discovered. A white umbrella tells him he's correct. Walking through scrub brush opening onto grassy plain, he spies a lone creature flat on her tum. Covered by hair as curly and dark as a buffalo. He runs, turns the lady over. He's never seen a more serene face. He's smitten to the knees. He checks her pulse beating 125 beats per minute. He douses the dame in water. Her face is like a mud mask. She's been hit by a mountain lion; her back and blouse are in tatters. No matter, if this is love at first sight, thinks Culligan Man to the rescue ... then fate deals them both an opportunity for romance.

To be continued ...

 

TEFF prompt: July 29

BLOG including:

summer /// mysterious stranger

MONTANA SUNSET
by Mrs Mary Moffett
crt/ July 29, 2011

North of Lewistown in a place called Fergus a cruel amount of solar invasion sparks a series of unquenchable forest fires ranging eastward in a criss -cross pattern searing plains and forest in the line of destruction. Montana residents were indeed cooked to the core by an overwhelming heat wave in the summer of 2011.

Mrs Lesley Annie Monroe, who had patiently awaited her sisters two week visit from far off New York since Easter Sunday, lost said sibling on an especially hot afternoon when temperatures of 107 degrees surrounding the Monroe Homestead caused her little sissy to disappear in a temper.

Taking with her a blanket, binocs, canteen, camera .. storming off at a decent pace ... the lady in question, Lucinda De Luce escapes the confines of the ranch's air conditioned bedrooms, parlours, dining hall and breeze way kitchens. The Monroes, hardworking, affluent, boisterous parents of three obnoxious sons, according to Lucinda, became too much to bear. Bad manners aside, crowding ones mind with superficial bunk such as ... "Well, Miss Stuck Up, we waited almost three years for you to come a-visiting."

Lucy seeks solace beneath towering ponderosa pines whose majestic beauty capture an ornithic goldmine. The high temps, already in the hundreds, apt to soar, turn Miss Lucy dimwitted. She's uncertain but she fears her consumption of the water at the ranch put her off food, causes dizziness, irrational heart beats and all around jittery flutters. Lucy De Luce, a resident of the Bronx is not the type to dwindle long in a place she needs vacate at least temporarily for sanity's sake.

Back at the ranch, Mrs. Lesley Monroe enlists the aid of her son Beauford Jr to make haste to beat the bushes for his missing aunt whose irascible behavior, rudeness and absence of one ounce of family love toward every single Monroe, born and raised in The Treasure State shall not cause a ruckus, before his father returns home for supper.

An obedient son, Beauford Jr mounts an appaloosa named Sammy, hoops & hollers for his younger brother, Gerald to check for the wily Aunt Lucy since he's carp fishing along Boxelder Creek anyways. The two brothers concur this enveloping oppressive heat wave makes their Aunt Lucy agitated.

Beauford alights, splashes water on his naked arms, back, face .. "Ger, Aunt Lucy's lost out in the woods. She's afraid to drink our spring water."

"I know, Beau. Maybe it's the fracking. Sets my head to spinning each time the ground shifts beneath my feet even way out here .. HAH! Away from ordinary civilization."
Beau deadeyes his brother, watching him flyfish, "Well, what the hell? All these steers? They aint dying of thirst on my beat. What are we supposed to drink instead? Bourbon?"

They agree their forty year old aunt Lucy who avoids children under sixteen like tar on a sidewalk, hasn't zactly cozened up to seven year old, Little Lukas. Nope not a bit, supplies Gerald Monroe. They part company, Gerry with a cache of trout he needs take home to his mother. Heat like this might fry them fish without a single flame.
Beauford calls over the appaloosa's tail flipping rear, "How far can a skinny dame waltz off too? Bet she's still wearin em flimsy sandals."

Gerry shouts directly at his brother's arms twisting his steed toward mountain trails yonder. "Tell Mother not to worry! We'll find her wayward sister before NIGHTFALL!"

Monroe Homestead, home to nearly three thousand acres of foraging horses, cows, cattle and goats, which dairy biz sidelines in these parts of one of the most breathtaking vistas within the conterminous United States of America comes with a two mile long driveway. A lane to the front door breaks apart from the main highway which escorts many a tourist toward their destinations. While steering many a weary deliveryman along steep ravines, bisecting the countryside's cavernous inclines.

The word NIGHTFALL echoes downwind of Boxelder Creek, alights like a swirling dragon fly atop the tilted cap of a man sneaking a whizz into a pile of tumbleweeds. His truck's shut off, his lunch on the hood, he gobbles a quick bite from a heroe sandwich. Perchance in casepoint to ponder, this dude heard the entire sentence. --- ? We'll find her before nightfall. ?

He steps inside forest shade, so deep he's blinded by the perpetual gloom such spots produce. The quiet here could stop a clock. He's enroute to sell his wares. Next stop: Monroe Homestead. He's driven over enough fractured bumps in the road, avoided rampaging forest fires, watched hellicopters dump water from above. The smell of smoke may never leave his nostrils.
Ahah, a lady in distress ... "TELL MOTHER ... WE''LL FIND HER wayward SISTER."

Whom are these damsels in distress? Who is he to peddle bottled water to folks from a gas guzzler, quarter ton truck? Anyways? He likes Montana's farmers, ranchers, retired soldiers, decendents of miners, bakers, candlestick makers. Beef butchers. Not butchers of the land nor usurpers of the freshest water west of the Mississippi. Fuck the gas fracturing idealists.

Tahell with this fucking heatwave.

He's onto to save the day. He'll help find the wayward aunt. He promises aloud, vowing to velvet moss beneath his feet ... way before nightfall. No choice there. Everybody knows there be thirsty grizzly way out here in bumfuck village.


To be continued
 

Early to rise -- okay ... hold up a sec. Now --- let's see --- July 28 Prompt is a quote From: Ralph Waldo Emerson --- Oh my, a bit deep. --- "Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong (stronger) to live as well as think."

Maybe July will never end. Maybe we're stuck with it, this record breaking month when a heat wave so bad (last week) alerted unsuspecting US cities to expect 115 degrees under the shade of global warming. While we understand escape routes, know we need not fret. Myself, I don't even like the name Waldo, so that pisses me off, the broken coffee pot irks, oh ... look it decided to work. Okay, two cups in the wind here. The hell with character.

From the quote --- higher than what? Not the Empire State Building. Not Cold Mountain, WV which is next on the list for annihilation. Maybe it's already destroyed.

Higher than intellect? Whose doing the measuring, pray tell?

Emails to the wrong groups, continents, digital mass communication. This morning msn.com tells of a WED riot on Hollywood Blvd. Wrote about that place once, researched setting for good old affluent, Hollywood & Vine. Titled that beauty: Ginger Does Hollywood & Vine. Ended up including pretty much with a twist. No sense in my noggin --- stretched to two chapter's worth. Never kept the original, well maybe I did back in 2007. That's when those who could at a writing community dubbed me a nonsequential pain in the buttski. But I didn't care, I was creating characters like Ginger Del Morrow who spots differences between excessive, ostentatious wealth as opposed to the poorer neighborhoods near bright signs that proclaim a prestigious Hollywood theme with glitzy lines of demarcation drawn in the sand of discontent which flows in the streets where poverty stricken enclaves are despised by the rich & famous.

So what character analysis does the world at large deem expect? What flagrant disregard for thy fellow man whose simply asking for bread (ala employment) does the digital favored among us sitting about nodding our electronic fingertips in a settled upon sameness for an unacceptable, perhaps a demeaning of our individual intellects --- how wish to scorn the poor. Only bring out the homeless every Dec near Christmas time, after we fed them in the nation's soup kitchen @ Thanksgiving --- which connects the lower forty-eight like a grand quilt of apathetic bystanders.

Oh, Innocence bring serenity now. I beg you! Let us live our lives, let us pull our own passages to a thing they call escape from the norm o'meters of our own ignorance.

Let us achieve. Let us wallow in our authorships.

And if the they and the we and those amongst us who wish not to focus, build honest characters, who may not understand that better writing comes not from egotistical withins --- but is there, present and accounted for since first printing hit the streets in the days of yore .... Stand up. Say it know. Mumble amongst that dwindling crowd of spectators later. Shout: WE may learn to write from what we read.

We may not grasp the situation at first, we may study anything we like, we may research what is left of the corporate owned -- I-net SE (Search Engines) or we may trip over the peculiar, old fashioned stacks of encyclopedias set on the doorstep of libraries which have no funds, which discard books, which sing the blues of higher costs of electricity bills which power the PC, which you love so well.

Hark --- yon intellectuals! Shall my humble character be better off by shunning that special communication time online, when the sun shines, when refreshing night breezes beckon my true calling? That of a confessed, legitimate vampire genre oriented wisp, whose allusive wings touch Christmas genre, concoct detective mysteries. Who cares anyway?

Thus concludes a gripping portrayal of a hot, sultry, summer morn ... when the toaster won't work, the window fans are obsolete. The power outage threatens. So, in the end we've the caveman theory. Fire power begat a cunning means to boil coffee beside cool leafy, beautiful gardens, outside in the rain taking a shower, since all the users of a/c forgot about the entire world theatre. Because they didn't read it in the electronic avenue of the world wide web. Oh, the pity for humanity runs deeper than a river, while an oceanic tidal wave can't knock us off the perch of the wanderlust we delve into mentally day by day. Yet, hour by hour, there's always the smart ones searching happily in the back of a dusty library, happily taking their encyclopedia volume, cover by cover, A to Z -- outdoors on a pleasant night. So they too may read enveloped within a soft summer night breeze. Mountain winds cool their shoulders as the printed word survives all nuances of electricity the night the lights went out in Georgia.

Wait & watch. When the Internet shuts completely down worldwide for another summer month, we call August. Should blackouts occur, my dears.

Ah well ... the soul is as allusive as an endangered butterfly who cannot land on despoiled crops Monsanto insists on purporting upon their farm conglomerated, chemical, un-natural world. A man made creation, past centuries misunderstood. Even on lands where Amish buggies fear to tread.

Author BEWARE. Toss sameness which will not stand in writing. It never has built one iota of common sense logic. Seek originality as your own territoriality nook. Truth is out here. Find it, then revamp what you were calling your style, similar to a character trait, simply there when you wake up. Otherwise? Step aside and let me show you how it's done. Yet, tis your turn to impress, yon potentially talented. So remember this, torrid July! You knew me a tad bit but never well.

Farewell July ... in a few days --- Hello August! Promise not to cry when you make your choices to cut back on a few more material things. The ideal runs self educate forevermore.

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Prompts from TEFF
1. Gas Fracking,
2. Mountaintop Removal (MTR)
or 3. "Taking down the Xmas tree in July." These prompts were from FICTION!! FANDANGO!!

Story time!

Title: DEATH OF A CHRISTMAS TREE .. RENEWS THE SOIL

Each December many of our neighbors place trees in the alleys for the trashman to discard for them. Some people don't buy live trees anymore, as we all may concur. We never decorate one inside the house due three cats. Whitey, Mickey & Ozzie, a Maine Coon whose real name is Ocelot.

A cat exposed to a tall pine or cedar hung with wavering Christmas ornaments may be beside himself with temptation. So rather than sweep up smashed things, scold Hold the phone: Back up, mister all day & all night --- we gave up trees when we moved to Emerald Isle in 1993.

Yes, years ago --- returned PA since that Oceanic venture, now this inlander simply collects discarded trees late December thru Jan. People are easy, they don't mind someone pulling up in a car, stuffing their baby of green into a trunk, speeding off into the breaking sun.

Trees are mulch later in the year but during the winter they tend to stay quite green. Boy oh boy do pine trees love snow. So, under the upstairs wooden deck, supported by three separate poles, bungee cords hold up three trees until just prior to Spring's starting which around here is often about the first week of March.

All the while receiving snow, ice, rain, sleet, much like a mailman on his walking beat our acquisitions also hold birdseed. We had cardinals, sparrows, wrens, buntings who stayed put for part of the season. Others left home, migrating to warmer territories.

By the time planting season arrives, chop off branches, place near seeded beds. This deters birds scrambling about in dirt rows since placing the pine boughs atop the beds provides adequate cover. This is less easy than just a peck for seeds which are meant for human vegetable consumption.

Also at our house we delve deeply in creative mulch colors which spread a bit of cheer to Spring bulbs surfacing post Easter. Go rusty orange pine as that's the color of a dried Christmas tree, then deep brown mulch from a nearby park which keeps all of this small town's leaves in gigantic piles. Orange, chocolate humus, pale yellow grass from fields .. whatever adds a bit of zest to edges of the gardens.

All table scraps, greens return extra humus & nutrients back to the soil which grows the plants that TEFF waters during dry days. One can always pick up a rakeful, toss atop plants which may require a bit of shade during Berks County's 104 temp last week.

Plus, natural mulch produces a sponge effect which tends to keep the ground moist, earthworms happy as pie, weeds in check. Best to keep dandelions for companion drinking roots. Clip them & add to your building bedding.

Okay, so low arrives July 11, 2011 only one tree left, laid down like a gigantic porcupine, so nobody sees it from the roadway. Plans were to clip it, spread it, lay the thin trunk along a garden edge. In this case front garden now bearing Blackeyed Susans in bloom about three weeks early. Yeppers, of course, from the heat.

Well, damn it was tooo hot out there. Skipped needle attack. Today, a mellow day with a mountain breeze seemed appropriate. Onlookers may find eye-catching beauty of pure orange delight circles green leafy peppers, fruitful tomato, squat basil all the way around a flat arc encircling silver Artemesia currently bending forward from the weight but all tolled about four foot tall.

Well, thus when in mind for other than commercial mulch which comes in a bag and reportedly on reliable information may contain sludge, is ugly, sometimes burns plants, makes me sneeze, and costs the sky -- garden soils prefer a bit of creative natural mulch.

Suffice this year's final chop out, used a large kitchen cleaver, since my clippers isn't up to par, but can be honed for sharpness.

LO & BEHOLD --- suddenly, no warning --- out of the mess jumps two chippies. Didn't see that coming. Maybe my surprise screams echoed from the burbs into Hamburg proper but no book on that one.

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Christmas pens are a genre.

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OF: Yesterday's blog, felt like I was still there in that small Library working, shelving books, etc, while picking novels for my own weekly reads. Alas, on a bi-monthly basis, when the swing of life sets me to escape Moffett Estates, visiting at least three different libraries approx twice per month. Yes, can on average knock off two novels a week, depending on size. For example, now the Siege is finally underway, unfortuantely Leila went down, shot by a cop at the entrance of the wooden foot bridge the town of Salt Cove wishes to save for all posterity. Yes, the citizens posted a petition to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, declaring themselves "In Secession" from the USA. Imagine the crowd scenes, Anthony Weller produces here. Yet the vocab is so fine, his style so perfecto, reading goes slower on purpose from this bed -- far into the night. See: THE SIEGE OF SALT COVE, crt: 2004/ W. W. Norton & Company/ NY

Next: TEFFY misses two prompts --- one for Fukishima, Japan and one for July 11's choice day. Both gas fracking & Mountaintop Removal (MTR) are major topics which requires long hours of research, trips to several libraries to recover stats on books already read on MTR. So I skipped. Also, rather weary thinking about such terrible things. Since as a journalist these require an in-depth approach, which is better spent not in a Blog contest but perhaps aimed at publication at a later date. Since these prompts are being aired, would IF written at all, actually --- make sure he receives a complimentary copy from this desk. When The Huffinton Post was sold MTR lost it's strongest defender. Good luck finding a copy of their archives. You see, dear audience, corporate/ led/ contolled/ owned media does not want the topic of MTR known, yet it is WIDELY known.

I might research Fukijima later this morning, just to see what there's still about since this topic disappeared from the news as fast as possible. Rather like blood drying on a bandaid. Yes, in Mar it happened, by MAY twas floundering, practically nowhere in the news coverage or barely included. Of course, blame your popular search engines, all cntrolled & contrived. Probably. Then things go astray and are very hard to piece together without more concrete sources.


In REF to yesterday's essay/ blog/ opinion --- Now adding a tiny follow up which is based on a small sampling of live, person to person discussions with a few adult (novice) writers whom I met in May of 2010. The library where I put in part time hours held a writers workshop. No, I did not participate, passed over a $15 fee for a two Saturday bereft of publication, simply a gathering. However, I met, while cajoled to join, three of the group. Now the famous TEFFOM Sidebar of yore. A distancing from the piece aka ======

lllllllllllllll SIDEBAR llllllllllllllllll The craft of writing generally aims toward publication of one's work. On this site @ "AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB"  & "RIDING THE WRITERS WAVE OPENS"  refers to serious authors as opposed to casual writers. Simply terms chosen for defining levels anyone may fall into, re: non-prof writers.

Publication: This is a hopeful, not considered a minor aspect as pertains goals drawn like lines in the sand @ every moment of a day. Composing the tales that TEFF writes predate said future goals. Hmm? So, I figure, in all common arrogance, aware of my prestige or budding talent rather @ said Library --- only among those chosen, very kind folks whose compliments ranged from great to wow whenever viewing my 2010/ 2009 blogs or fiction open online to reading pages of printouts making the scene, hand delivered to the specific few in contact with these works. And, believe you me, Bob or Barbara, my work comes with a guardrail of protection meant to stop a semi from rolling it over.

In sum -- authorship is competition. So, no, did not bother to give out free how to's ... and of course, never could see common logic in doing such a thing, although I did do it for years for free, for complete strangers, even in reviews onsite.

Exposure never came my way, nor was it overly expected. Things just are apt to tilt the pinball machine of writing speak -- because people are themselves, make their own decisions. Although of great importance is: any serious writer must insist on categorizing helpful writing hints from bogus, split hair crap. llllllllllllllll End Sidebar llllllllllllll


Thus: RE: CHILDHOOD as a basis of starting to think about writing as hobby or wishing to enter the venue of career, or to simply produce a few short stories. (Here, not touching poetry reality since this is not my strong point and not the same enchilada as fiction, as we all agree.)

The biggest writing myth of them all runs --- write about what you know. In this day & age of IT info where research is king, this line of inaccurate advice is unworthy of a sentence and should be ignored.

From a small sampling, in an non argumentative way, three of the ladies stated they felt they had something to say and were compelled to try writing.

One insisted --- everyone has a story to tell. Yes, this could be true for some writers but not everybody. Individuality comes into play. If taken into a different context --- Maybe everyone has a story, they'd like to put to paper, is par for the course. So, we ask is this a personal story or a created piece of fiction or a blend? Now that writing is competiton (always) the writer decides which fits each story. Therefore, we see books or short stories with (e.g.) a gardening, a restaurateur, or even a librarian centered theme.

The Childhood theme seems to spark off the ability to start someplace. As in, now that I am standing here, signing up for this workshop, I feel duty bound to give my take on the Fifties, since that is where I began, it all began, and that becomes (in some cases --- usually temporary --- until practice makes perfect (or at least understandable reading sense) and the writer in question drops the old days of youth, where they lived, how they lived and when they lived) and breaks out of the mold to encompass --- and here dear readers, is your heads up --- A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G ELSE!!!

Granted Juvenile Lit needs authors. Adolescent Lit is doing okay. So, then the author must decide what they want to do, they chose their genre.

What mistaken codicil occurs could be that a person whom thinks they are reaching an adult audience, is not even close as the writing is geared to those childhood memories and in many cases stays in the Kiddie Lit section. Myself, I really do not enjoy novels with children characters. Although, I adored A GIRL WITH NO SHADOW from Joanne Harris. She's an artist, so it worked, due plot & setting & adult characters with depth who required believability, and they claimed it without a shadow of a doubt.

The writing itself is a separate entity from the writer, no lie. What often happens is false praise, sometimes called, so-called promotion of a sort, could cloud honest judgment or stymie end results. Known to the wisest as manageable products such as books, short stories (traditional length or below 2,000 word flash-in-the-pans) or novels, novellas and chapters or works in progress.

Thus concludes this writer beware section. ME: to instigate the easiest of them all --- Writer BE Aware!

Bye, bye, Ta Ta, See you in the funny papers, luvs.

PS: Tending to be overwordy when talking the craft, just so you notice since the BO (Behavioral Objective) is attained for the audience at large.

Cordially sent from:
Mary Moffett presently: FICTION!! FANDANGO!!

TEFF or teffom@writing.com

Ed note April 23/12. Whenever the flap of a bookjacket tells moi there are child characters in an adult novel, okay. Are you ready, Audience? Yeah, Yours Truly sets the book down, rolls her eyes then quickly backs away from the new novel section. Why? Well, not interested in Juvey Lit again today.
 

4/23/12 ED NOTE: Cleaning this blog, housework so fine with handheld delivery in mind, for the allusive paying price .. without yet making any final decisions --- SINCE WEBTV is in the house (ME: @ Moffett Estates) where another option lies waiting like torrential rainfall in muddy puddles.) in

TODAY- TOSS CHILDHOOD
Was dated: July 27/11
Putting this in blue, hold on to your hats whiners, don't give a frack if it is too bloody bright --- as a signature print bold & blue sparks of TEFFs adopted signature color -- same year as ...

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AUTHORS DISCUSSION CLUB made the scene --- oh back in 2008.

Well, it came to pass evidence of let's all dumb down inside yon July 26 Prompt. TEFFs ANSWER follows:

Prompt was: "Describe your favourite fairytale, myth or legend from your childhood.
Discuss why it?s your favourite and how it has influenced your beliefs and morals throughout your life so far."

Good lordy. Last time Yours Truly encounters kiddie Lit is @ a library --- where part-time employ steers me down the librarian path. So, three kinds, Pix Books --- My personal favorite is Stephen Kellogg. Amazing how many picture books (Early Childhood LIT) he writes & draws for his adult (parental) (sibling) (grandparent) (teacher) (babysitter) (daycare worker) (child) audience. This here famous feller whose a cartoonist --- Supremo!!: his awards may outnumber his books which are coming out almost yearly since the SEVENTIES.

NEXT: JUVENILE LIT --- A category in my opinion which needs talented authors.

LASTLY: YOUNG ADULT FICTION --- I can't stand to read these. Publishers tend to think all ADOL LIT must be so explanatory it needs constant verb sandwiches and oodles of perfect tense. However, today's Adult Fiction authors step into the arena such as Isabella Allende. Surprising. However, on may judge the famous ones shall take he money WHILE reaching this reading level, whom might enjoy, purchase and seek their adult novels.

GRAPHIC NOVELS --- Sophisticated comic books, usually in a heavier version than comics. Popular for relaxing young teens who tend to be fantastic artists.

Then too, all the Y/A ... J/A Non fiction. Not the type to base influence or beliefs on fairy tales, myths or legends.

When my father's voice educated the lot, friends, families, kin, offspring --- he told his own stories, although some of us eventually forgot those too. We are in the world to read, forget, read more, maybe specifically remember it all --- not what we read forty years ago is a given. Talking/ blogging same kiddie Lit topic is pointless methinks. People read for escape, education, entertainment.

Why they --- PEOPLE --- think they can write based on childhood notches only is beyond me. What may be afoot is perhaps a background ken for characters, thus the original to start the writing process mentally -- pen to paper -- keyboard, mon amis. (Like when we were kids, oh please shut up about your freaking great, socially, financially marvey, crappy or painful or abused lousy childhoods.) Must this be a way to begin a tale? --- With: when I was forever young, younger, youngest oh how I recall ... blah, blah, blah. Not interested, superficial to adult readers in general .. Yesterday, today & tomorrow ---

Tough beanies.

A good story -- stop calling it all writing, writing, writing --- which never requires a beginning manual of any childhood. Pooh is a bear --- the best aint only calling it a process --- with rules over here, soldiers to the right, grammar with CLARITY so the YOUNG ADULT knows what you mean ---

That ART of the Craft is an approach with a hellva lot of creativity.

In my case --- with additions, research logs.

Or slam slam, no thank you mam. Suggest skip beyond childhood. Negotiate past TEEN, figure on what impresses.

Where I come from, we call it style.

Ten Four --- Arrivederci!

PS: The great meany owner of "FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG!"  shall share a conversation held in the stacks / Spring 2010. So, this avid reader states --- "You know, Paula, I come in here and read titles, authors names on these book jackets unsure if I read that one or not. Do you know why this happens?"

Ahah -- as a matter of fact, I do. We train ourselves in a sense to forget with last page. Entire contents disappear because we move onto the next novel. Especially as the years go flying by. Tis nigh impossible to remember each plot, chapter or character. We read for escape from our own norms, seek entertainment we hope from style, setting, storyline. All a natural slice of life --- we move --- desiring to know more things --- the third E of LIT --- Education."

Library patron: "Oh, yes, oh, yes, Thanks for telling me that, I thought I was simply forgetful."

FANDANGO sez: And yes kindly assured the lady with two books in her hands --- "We're intelligent and we're all the same way on LIT. I approach these authors on these rows exactly the same way as yourself."

Come on now! Why in the world???? Consider engaging that fine lady library patron with anything at all about childhood fairy tales?

Tell you straight, dearhearts --- IT aint gonna happen.

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(Tis my personal discovery today that this blog was tampered with. It went out fine, became touched down to include mistakes in order to show (post July/ post FEB) that I did not do final re-edits. I did those. I did not type 30/a// above. So back away from this blog whomever assigned to fucking it up. Now, I made my Kindle Blog or Barnes & Noble format decision. Thank YOU very much!

And RE: that par above --- I've pleaded for for years.

As of April 23, TWENTY-TWELVE --- Cloud Blog decision in the works.

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TITLE: A WORD FROM CELL BLOCK C

"RING RING RING!!!"

"YO DEL!!! Call for you, dude."

"Fuck no. Delroucrouix's got a phone call. Well, if that don't beat all. Nobody in their right mind speaks to him."

Desperate to bask in a slim limelight of attention, Delroucrouix rallies ... exits Cell Block C's television center, a low table with hairy legs attached, all pants legs the same vibrant hue of jailhouse orange.

Okay the fool mumbles. Thass Del for you, always a wise'n heimer.

"Hello, is this Raymond Del --- rooo--- crrrrroiy by any chance?"

Del steps up to bat ... "Yeah, I'm here."

The gist of the matter is explained as white lightening hits Del between his solar plexus and his left temple. He lost the right temple in a fist fight out in the yard about two years back. Del, immediately assumes his mother put this nasty POS up to making the call. Probably she's got something on the guy. Who knows thinks Prisoner 9876543.

So, now what? "Yo, fellers! Anyone have a piece of paper?"

"Here you go, Del. My sister sends me these. Take em, man. Pink puppies on purple flowers gives me the heebeejeebeees. Ya know?"

Later that night, after lights out, with a flashlight propped against his cellmate's overhead springs, dell licks an inch long pencil stub, rubbing it between oversized lips. Del was born with an extended palate. Yet, he's well liked for sharing the time of day with any inmate who happens to strike up a conversation. However, Del's BO is a bit of a turnoff, so he remains a loner with few relatives except mother dearest to communicate with these days -- excuse -- during these incarceration ... good times.


From: Raymond, @ Cell Block C -- to mom

dear mom, a crazy phone call came in tonight about a lottery. You are a fiend, Maria. Why would I even want to remember you? Dintcha put me in here? Said I killed your last lover. That kid was only fifteen. Ma!! You framed your own son. Ma, how could you do this to me?

Anyways .. I've said goodbye to you enough. Countless times, Ma. Yeah, you always put me down for being the smart one. So what? The adjective is numerous times, asshole!

EVEN --- After you ran Little Joey over with your latest stolen car, and I had to sign his death certificate ... when will you ever let me alone? How many favors do you want?

Just before, you told us our lil sister, Rita, was kidnapped by your boss at the Seven/ Eleven, you told me she was only playing near the dumpster behind your crappy place of employment. Mother Maria! Mother of God, Maria Delroucrouix, I found her out back playing with rats. You never told her she could talk. Just kept that bit in her mouth all those years. It was pitiful how you raised all six of us, Ma.

Let's not mention the whereabouts of my darling brother, Robert. He loved you the best, ma. He was the only one who'd nerve to be seen with you in public. Your popularity could stop a train .. that's what he told you when he was only twenty years old. Ma, you threw him off a bridge. Damn it all! The Nine:fifteen headed for Wichita ate my brother whose body parts the local coroner never fully recovered. You laughed, said he was always a handful. I hope your burn in Satan's graveyard, forever. I want to see you never NNEVVVARRHHH!!!

When you sold, my older sister, Juanita's first baby -- you broke all our hearts. We never cared about the $10,000.

Speaking of money, honey. When Georgie got his dick caught in the get-away car, outside Wells Fargo, down on Eight Ave, you kept on driving. Took the cash, and left him to bleed to death. You are impossibly ignorant of courtesy, even to a bank-robbing pedestrian. Geoergie was my favorite bro. PLO, he made it, just cant never have sex his entire life. Probably a blessing since we've inherited your bad blood. The shrinks are right, mother mine. We are victims of our upbringing; our gene pool sucks big time.

Know what? I'm starting to like pink puppies. A helluva lot more than I ever liked a she devil like you was born.

At least, Sister Pauline of the Sacred Prayer Meetings did the right thing, when she took her vows @ the Salvation Army, out in San Diego. Thass not where she is now Ma! You'll never find her undisclosed location. She sends me a Christmas card every year. When I unwrap my annual, green bucket of coins, I toss it around in the mess hall, so everybody gets a little piece of the action.

Take care, Mom.
Love, Raymond