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Due space ... cyber space, sillies @ a thing they call BLOG BOARD, am considering re-booting FICTION FANDANGO. Also, did find former arena for viewing latest blog creations from community members. Who blog along @ the train we may dub http://www.writing.com. At that spot one may still find latest blogs by date & hour. This random thing that swept the site like a cow catcher, never cut it with moi. Writing seriously comes @ a price. Not costly in the least, instead a crux quite easy on the eye and mentally relaxing fer sure. That's the craft for you --- when folks dedicate their works to a degree of ultimate impression for their audience. 'Random' applied like salvage for lackluster pieces clocks in as unfunny, uncanny sameness, tech gear only, buy-this-buy-that, keep up with the Jonses, be a married couple only, paint the white picket fence of online persona clone-ship is history. It always was for a talented ken of authorship. So, if boredom turns you on, personally can't even grasp the concept. Okay? Previously FANDANGO underwent a major wash & dry, hung out to air since ... summer 2013, when blogs crumbled along with golden rod, last Autumn. A year before --- 2012 @ Teffom Estates came with discoveries which eventually tuned into major news events due revelations from Edward "Scissors hands" Snowden. International press hounded the guy all the way to Moscow. What he revealed to the American Public, due a closed and corporate owned media in the States ... went entirely unrelated to domestic spying. A blight on these shores, to be sure. Suffice, IF TEFF rants, don't think she dislikes EVERYONE. I don't. I do run the EVERYONE contests and oh my --- have nerve to dub myself Prez @
Also, currently searching my own bonafide noggin for a way to kick start another truly laid back group @
Regionally we can only do our best. Of course, thru our writing. Most folks are not active protesters, another thing like even a hint of news (shunned onsite) remains in disfavor nationwide. Oh, yes, my pretties, tis in fact out there like a ground cover of wild geranium. Why, lucky we color ourselves when finding real news, these days. Hoaxes come, entrapment stories build but common sense lives on in a place you may dub: -------- FICTION ------ FANDANGO ------- A ----- WRITER'S ----- BLOGGEROO. HAPPY NEW YEAR. Deadline Jan 30 ... @
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FANDANGO LIVE spells no pressure stats for moi. (I) might blog a bit, but short story time is more important, you see. Plans to make, resolutions to keep and sure ... the beat goes on. Public thanks to all who entered 2013s Everyone Contests which proves most successful. Yipee! Completion toward judging winners cicle while R&R (reading & rev) stories soon. Oh boy! Promoting same, holding in hand like Magi-ware then gifting ala Secret Santa. DONATIONS WILDLY NEEDED FOR CONTESTS. Please E-mail TEFF. Comments open @ FANDANGO. Sept 1/TWENTY-FOURTEEN! Officially open @
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| Prompt 7/21/11 Brief version -- Nothing to do --- try self improvement. Paula La Rue here from Alabama Courier News Times, visiting Fandango from Creosote, Alabama. Hellow the HOUSE!!! It is most unlikely that Teff shall ever fully recover promptly from an ordeal brought upon her majesty by two usurpers to the throne. Well, the saying goes: You can pick your friends but not your relatives. Well, needless, my poor amigo, Teffy receives a phone call about five o'clock. Yet another one is angrier at the first two. Nutshell sum runs when one family matriarch is in dire straights, hurt etc .. all others pick these painful reality up by association, plus the couple that is out-of-control is aiming at harming the entire kittenkaboodle of them. In order to improve the situation, without a qualm or a shudder, somehow the phone jumps right off the desk, sails out the window, quickly landing on the road. About two hours went by ... YES!!! Derby and I put up with an irking constant ... if you'd like to make a call then the dullness of the weak bleep bleep until the damn thing burst apart at the seams, leaving scattered pieces of plastic all over the place. Now the guy driving the mini van paid the accident not one flick of his eyebrows. Derby filmed it, so that is accurate information. We've been discussing the Mormon Religion. Tis taken for granted that they believe the husband guides the wife (among fundamental Mormons -- they still may use the plural of wives) to the celestial kingdom -- post last breath scenario. Okay, not a super slanderer of such a religion, although grasping narrow-mindedness which pops out in stories about same. Allright, as the story goes --- we may agree with our hostess, Derby & I. Yes, it seems the witch in said unlikely marriage bond is wearing the pants and has become a man. While the husband (there's a premise, he's being fed hormone pills) adapts to all female roles -- in short the guy's a woman --- allowing his wife to control every aspect of his life, including what in a round about outside edge includes certain important stuff of concern to all the Teffoms. Ouch. So, we've put TEFF on a diet of forget. FORGET! Fogeta-abott-it. She fights us with --- you mean forget again? About seven o'clock we tied her up with bungee cords, threw her in the car, then in a lake. A very sad sight is a red-in-the-face, totally embarrassed lady wading out of gooey mud with minnows in her hair. But we got a kick out of it. So, next up --- she's suffering the heat. She's getting a haircut today at a local shoppe. Hairdressers here abouts are having a coupon war and she wants a bob cut. She sez her head is too hot. This morning --- We've closed all the windows since the shady side is also blowing hot air ... now noisy fans are on the floor. We've wet the cats down with a few pints of cold water; they seem to like us a lot. Especially the tiger cub who stole Derby's dinner last night before he even consumed one forkful. Now thass true love when Mr Tiger-oo gave Derby a big kiss. Teff's picked up a knit hat she began last April as a surprise gift for her NC, daughter, whose phone calls aint exactly cutting the mustard. This whole family is as mad as hatters, I can't wait to leave for Vermont. Teff promises we'll be there at least one week. The destination itself is yet unclear, but Derby's working in the corner with a Rand McNally Road Atlas. I'll be glad for the cooler weather. So, gotta buzz off, dear readers. As far as plans go re: short stories written --- Now Teff is exploring the old stories, one vampire genre in that area and one under wraps but open @ "Invalid Item"  The plan is to include a bit of geographic pull for DON'T RISK IT ON BRISKET, while exploring & photographing Private Eye, Mack Chromey's cabin/ acreage in neighboring state, New Hampshire. Golly, I can't wait. This hot brick house is driving me batty. There's no cable, Teff keeps watching Midsommer Murder Series to relax, and even Derby looks frustrated staring at his shoes. He's really an excellent cleaner. He made short riff of the entire contents of a corner liquor cabinet. As he mixes our PinaColadas, he's warned Teff not to leave the stool in the corner of the den. Or he will make her eat the DUNCE sign, he's patiently attached to the front picture window. Yeah, without a doubt, Holmes, the dirty dealouts of sociopaths upon mankind are sinfully dark. To harm the soul with glee is not a Southern cordiality. Point of fact, Teff fears she needs a confessional. She asked me, "Paula, do you think they allow a two-parter?" So we vamoose on the morrow. Praise the Lord! Now, surfing I-net haunts so's to at least garnish some idea about this place they call Vermont. Being from Alabama, the entire North is like a giant jigsaw puzzle to me, but I am enjoying my vacation. TEN- Four --- over & outah here. Thanks for stopping over. God knows we need the company. Derby Derringer and Paula La Rue are characters in a short story written by Yours Truly.
April Sunday   Ed. note ====To discover character traits of a psychopath/ sociopath see the novel: IN THE WOODS where a detective working with a team on a child murder ... finds ties to egotistical behavior among suspects. Great READ! More details on this published hardcover later ... Here @ writing.com one of our bloggers tackled the personality disorder (above) in a novella which clocks in as an eye-opener. Found this by cruising portfolios and you bet your aces, folks, this is a great story, referred to as a page-turner. Plugging on!
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| Prompt: A quote from Edward R Murrow --- "Difficulty is the excuse history never accepts." For info on Mr Murrow go to: xxxxxxxxxxxxxx llllllllllllll xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx llllllllllllllll <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Yeah, tis here, just want youse to open this entry from FICTION FANDANGO, A WRITER'S BLOG lllllllllllllll xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx lllllllllllllllll &&&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&& July 21, 2011 /////////////////// /////////////////////////////// BY MARY MOFFETT, FREELANCE JOURNALIST ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** http://www.answers.com/topic/edward-r-murrow Summary via teffom@writing.com "During WWII, Journalist, Edward R. Murrow was highly acclaimed for taking the world by storm due his broadcasts on the state of the war and battles thereof. He took these reports to the people via radio, beginning each show with "This is London." Murrow courageously went as far as broadcasting live from rooftops in war torn Europe's besieged cities. Born April 25, 1908 -- in Greensboro, NC, (died April 27, 1965) he later went on to work primarily in television for CBS. Credited with the fall of McCarthyism after an aired attack on the Sen. on Mar 9, 1954, Murrow also received nine Emmies for broadcast journalism during his illustrious career. His documentary program, Hear It Now was a staple for that early, crazy thing they called television. Thus bringing an un-whitewashed version of national news into living rooms across the nation, along with another of his popular shows --- Person to Person." Summary written by TEFF/ July 21, 2011 Let's take a look today, ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, writers and readers, bloggers & visiting audience at the state of the quote above. AT: Difficulty, maybe one can substitute the word apathy. Which comes down to approximately the same damn thing. Difficulties such as a fender bender can be repaired. Might take a bit of time, but eventually, save replacing the entire red fender, right hand side of your favorite Lamborghini with a green fender -- the task can still be accomplished for this is naught but a material thing. Questioning is key. Thus, when will History ever accept that the possibilities of the duplicate London Subway bombings also came with a totally pre-warned, almost staged sequence? Not difficult in the least should any country desire to placate fear into the hearts & minds of their population. Some of whom are blindly following every single word from the TV as if it is biblical (supposedly from God & Moses) or four apostles Mathew, Mark, Luke & John, whom seldom agreed on the same storyline, during their heydays. Now the believers of corporate, led/ owned, controlled tv, not-news media of nowadays on the silver screen, as in yesterday, today & tomorrow ... heading back to Sept 11, 2001 --- may not have questioned the only broadcast going. While: same date 9-11 a then glorified, wily foxified/ fox/ fortified news had one camera pointed at the World Trade Center, showing an impact on that horrendous day, which caused heartbreak to the 911 victims' families with a sense of spreading disaster to our great nation. A day which goes down in infamy, which New Yorkers vow will never be forgotten nor forgiven to an honest degree of reprieve. One camera, two towers, two planes. How did US citizens accept this lone camera-eye view in Indiana? Who didn't say, Christ Almighty this is New York City and there's only one camera, one station on the tube? Why were planes grounded as far off as Cally? How did the FBI produce the instantaneous list of perpetrators for the most horrific, mass murder of civilians -- ME: the nineteen hijackers names within twenty-four hours? Stuff of history's inclusions -- like those above aren't wildly acceptable merely as difficulties. These timelines, instead, are now considered absurdities passing as questionable, not factuals, my friends. Aka, sometimes read as from the party line. As far as difficulties go, I often wondered how former mayor Rudy Giuliani slept at night. Maybe he didn't. When I wrote, Confess with the Devil, a short story, I used the term gurj bu. That story was published in the UK and had 8,000 readers by 2005. So who are the apathetic? Sure, we've had nine years of war in Afghanistan, eight of invasion/occupation/war in Iraq. Now we're simply never going to withdraw from the latter. We've been witnessing during 2011 a majorly dissatisfied set of Middle East countries in tumultuous revolt. Meanwhile, here in the states, we're set to see ourselves disenfranchised from much our ancestors, even by degrees of personal family ties --- since the Thirties won for the sake of survival: constitutional rights, unions, fair wages, jobs, homes, civil rights, federal rights, humanitarian rights, health care, etc --- or proper schools which actually teach truths about our ecological demise, state by state. True Historic accountability -- remains the one thing that shall never change. Not by anchor spin, lies etc. These are codicils for an apathetic cartel to misquote as the years pass by faster than a speeding bullet. Sadly, false information, bogus ritual speak alike are never considered proper reportable journalism. Yet, due a growing list of non-fiction works we can in each our individual ways piece together the parts of the cut to death pizza pie, for our adult selves, and for future generations. If not we lose a handle on US History, in its finest hour, which is every date since July 4, 1776. So, let's applaud this quote, emulate Mr Edward R. Murrow while hoping & seeking the best of the best in those non-fiction, hardcovers and paperbacks to grab our utmost attention. 30/all from teffom@writing.com PS: Yeah, there are those amongst us, whom shall compliment for the pleasure of doing same. But great writing (LIT) is not based on nice to me, nice to you. Or others in some cases actually float upriver reveling in bogus historic accounts. Even, and often when there is nothing to praise, one may observe people pointing to quotes from sources which support their bonafide claims. We see this happen day after day. Poor, lazy, bad writing is everywhere. Few take the time to do better than the one next to them. Why? How come, Teacher TEFF? Maybe because they're ensconced in fakir applause. But, actually the term is gullibility. TV networks sell cars; oil companies sell gasoline & manage to financially rape consumers. In today's society, money and greed-lust for financial superiority spells demise of fairness & equality & accuracy. Guess what, crowd of a crowded I-net ---?? IF you don't like such things, and oppose them altogether, you can self educate, you can wake up & smell the coffee burning. Methinks, akin to unreasonable to be online and spurn a pegleg of research. That is one freaking thing, I tell you true, which the likes of mean, old, nasty TEFF, who is apt to criticize a postage stamp --- can't buy that pig in a poke excuse. Sorry --- No apologies. Get out there, authors, grab the world by the tail and give it a proverbial shake. IF the international theatre be not your bag, consider stepping into a foremost look-see into the community outside your door. AND IF you're cruising along in any of the popular writing spots open to those who dabble in such tantalizing places, know this. Honesty shall set you free. Anyone can change the flow of the norm which beckons not to originality. Readers like huge doses of revamping boring sameness. Sure, we do. Plus, US History is indeed out there, far from a well kept secret. Pick up thy vocab, darlins, while recalling a meaning for excel. Maybe, we'll all make it to a higher level one day. Well, hell, let's hope so. Natch, an indiviual choice, bereft surrounds of flim-flam. |
| Prompt: RE: Past Relationship Derby's the name, writing's my game. Straight up from the South, fighting vertigo while living under the same roof as the bronco busting one. Yeah, TEFF! Since, Teff's still missing in action ... Derringer here, filling in. You may learn about me by taking a look here:
In order to find myself inside a true loving relationship is not the least bit easy. I'm not exactly what the world often refers to as a player, but I adore simply gazing at a good looking woman. So, yeah, I've the roving eye spinning about a crowd twenty-four seven, if you take my drift. A pretty lady walks past me, although I try my best not to ogle, I'll take my head out of Rolling Stone's latest in-depth news worthy story and take in everything about her. Smitten for a swaying skirt is what landed me in hot water one day when Sheila still had fortitude to date the likes of this confessed flirt. Worse, I'm also a smiler, while many kind members of the female persuasion manage to move past my chipped front tooth. Thank goodness. One time I left poor Sheila sitting on a park bench overlooking a lake where we were fishing. Now Sheila stands about five foot, six inches, is broad at the hip, waist, shoulder and mouth. She's a brunette, like Teff. Anyways, this broad walks by us, and I was in mid cast, my line just hitting the surface, when I noticed the smell of her perfume. It was Charlie, since I followed her, shamelessly asked her. She was wearing a sleeveless white tee shirt over bib overall shorts the color of the inside of a clam shell. Which prompted a response making my mouth water for a huge plate of steamed clams, which anyone can order down at the Alabama Slammer Lounge. Come early on Tuesdays, there's always a line at the door. Anyways, Miss Clam Shell wore her blonde hair pulled back which thoughtfully reveals the tiny gold crosses she has thankfully placed in each of her delicate ears. Rather than nibble those off, like the fish nibbling on my line, unbeknownst to me, since now Sheila's wielding two rods, hers and mine ... I returned along the path, at water's edge having secured the fragrance. Needless, I talked myself out of the dilemma by buying an expensive bottle of perfume for Sheila that very afternoon. Despite aroma of fried catfish which Sheila kindly fixed for me with her signature coleslaw ... and fresh corn on the cob, liquefied butter making my inner being settle for my love's wonderful nuances of domestic bliss, namely the home cooked meal. THEN ... came the vision of those two sunburnt legs running away from me, the pungent smell of Charlie wafting in the wake of a bobbing ponytail. Hell, yeah when provoked, I'm the sexy bull. They may run fast, but I'm faster. Needless, Sheila somehow condoned my idiosyncrasies for about three more months until she met the man of her dreams and married him two years later. She invited me to the wedding so I went. When I kissed the bride, since she made at me (probably to recapture her long lost love, Derby Derringer, confessed bachelor) it is with fond memory that I declare she was wearing the same perfume, I gave her. Maybe, it's how she caught the guy, Mr Husband. One great thing about Sheila, besides her talents for being one of the best cooks, I ever dated, is the fact she sure could bait a worm to a hook, and reel in some decent sized, aquatic life, I tell you true. I left the scene of the crime, as soon as I noticed her new hubby's pursed lips. He had that fishy facade about him, but he does own a boat, so although at a loss for words, and one or two tears for losing Sheila, I guess they'll be very happy. Of course, as fate predicts, when I left the reception hall, after noting every skirt and fancy feathered church hat in the place, I just happened to bump into this girl whose car was on the blink. It was only a low battery, so I jumped her. We're going out next Tuesday for clams and salad bar where my home away from home carries the best Cajun cooking in the South. See you down at the Alabama Slammer Lounge. Bring a friend, the more the merrier. The End |
| RE: A prompt about the sea Yummy are: scallops, haddock, lobster, mullett, sea trout, oysters, clams and SHRIMP!! On Emerald Isle, NC one finds shrimp sellers lining sides of highways where they've chosen a certain spot to pop up their signature yellow and white striped awnings. Below, one finds barrels of shrimp on ice, freshly caught. This is the best shrimp around. Since British Petroleum's terrible oil leak in April, 2010 sadly enough a boon arrives for the second year re: Carolina Shrimp. Now, there's an annual Mullet Festival in Swansboro along the Waterfront. YUMMY, scrumptious. While in Beaufort almost three to four thousand folks gather at an annual Seafood Festival. Now, that I'm an inlander again, purchasing a three pound bag of frozen shrimp is the only substitute. So --- below here's a quick meal idea. Take a handful of frozen shrimp and place in small fry pan atop olive oil. At first sign of defrosting, as edges go a tiny bit dark pink, remove from heat. Never overcook shrimp or it will be too tough. On a dinner plate ... place a flattened piece of lettuce. Add a helping of thoroughly cooked and drained Roma Noodle pack. Dice and slice every fresh veg you can get your hands on ... toss onto plate. Add the shrimp and mix --- This is Pasta Primavera Ala Shrimp. Prima is Iataliano for Spring. |
| July 17 Prompt: ARE YOU A SKIRT OR A PANTS PERSON? TEFF up early -- Garden wish for rain ... One of the most beautiful sights in the world to this crazy dame is a man in a kilt. Generally, each September a local, country area boasts a Celtic Fest. Men turn out in droves to enjoy Celtic Music and many wear traditional garb. Nothing like balled knee caps, fine calves to turn my head sideways on a crisp autumn day filled with essence of ethnicity and glorious talent. The beauty of appearance in smiling faces from people from all walks of life and of all ages ... for my entire fam --- stands the test of time. AND we have pictures! When all that is set aside until next year, and IF the mood grabs ... this is a fine place to learn and savor as keepsake. Namely, the video: SCOTLAND .. from Rand McNally's Video Traveller Collection. TITLE: GENTEEL LADIES ... By Mrs. Mary Moffett Skirts are a must for dressing up times. Which often comes with the occasional dreaded chore of hauling out an ironing board, completing the job at hand. However, on a Saturday afternoon this spells a return to the days of yore, which adds to the goings on via a relaxing traditional sense. Can I still picture my mother ironing my father's shirts? Of course. Can I recall learning to iron at an early age to help her --- YES!!! Take that light weight summery silk or voile skirt --- with pleats, low setting on the beast, don't burn anything, including your fingers and soon you are gliding along, knocking off the entire pile at your feet. Word to the wise --- Don't ever share this talent with anyone or people will line up outside your door with piles of clothes in their arms and lists of favors to repay. Keep it private, use spray starch and enjoy. Although shorts are a substitute in summer. Jeans in winter or on nasty chore garden days, so guess this extrovert falls into wardrobe choices due circumstance. This morning due the eight o'clock mass, am donning my yellow denim, below the knee skirt, which probably carries about four yards of cloth. Crisp enough this morning for a puffy lacey white cardigan over a white silk blouse.. lllllllllllllllll Sidebar: lllllllllllll After -- that crumby mind lean problem which plagued myself in this state, and my daughter in NC for seven freakin months ... (alluded to in Teff's blog count since July 1 --- due those awful actions from a sociopath who invaded our turf without just cause, at our time of sorrow & shock --- SEE: "Invalid Entry" recovery came with concentration against evil thoughts. llllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Currently --- Centering on the comforts of worship & prayer seems appropriate on a Sunday morning. From the outdoor habitat -- Birds are a bit like yours truly, carefree, claiming liberties. Audible as roosters, singing away again. OH! They sound marvelous from the slight amount of trees visible from our windows, out here in PA Dutch land. Oh, Hamburg, PA ... you are simply gorgeous, where blue mountain vistas bow below blue skies. Special thanks goes out to Rosalie Edge who founded and secured Hawk Mountain Bird Sanctuary back in the Thirties --- on an adjacent ridge only seven miles from this humble keyboard. Enjoy Summer! Enjoy Nature!! Bloggery along. Freestyle wise frees the mind. Welcome carefree! As for Derringer, he aint home. However, he may send Paula La Rue up the house -- we're working on compiling another companion short story. Now, who didn't see that coming? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Guy, like me's already awake when night surrounds bring on owls a-hootin and a-flappin below vivid moonbeams. Gave Teff a holler, she's taking this one, but bitching how I-net (SE) searchdotdot//googleywwwwhew ...nonresearch/pisspoor/searchzines aint worth a damn anymore. Since, this reporter just returned home from a night on the town ... Hey Ladies, Derby' a dedicated bachelor, without a doubt. Yeah, a Southern Stud, bar none. So before being dragged into vegetable patches again! In the morning early some shut eye's in order. <<<<>>>> Sigh ah Nora, y'all. April Sunday "Invalid Item" Good Morning Web ... Mary Moffett here facing eyestar's three prong prompt. Which reads as follows: Uhoh, hold up. FANDANGO's first blog conceptualization aims @ a Albert Einstein's quote (assuming this is Albert aka Master Nuclear Physicist. Whose daring discoveries led to WWII's conclusion, leaving horrendous devastation in Japan (1945). Sixty-six years prior to Mar 12th, 2011's Nuke meltdown in Fukijima. Which incidentally corporate owned/ led, stymied, news media channels won't touch upon for American audiences. Afraid not much yesterday, today or tomorrow as far as sound coverage. Bah can't view unpleasantness now can we? Sorry, I digress.) July 16, Saturday's Prompt: 1. "In terms of your artistic/ writing craft comment on these following ideas: 2. "The most beautiful things we can experience is the mysterious." Einstein 3. "What shakes the eye but the invisible?" Theodore Roethke (b.1908 in Sagimaw, Michigan -- d.1963) Ted taught at Penn State, won a Pulitzer in 1954 for The Waking. "His impressions of the natural world ..." according to: http://www.poets.org/poet/php/prm/PID/13 " ...led to profoundly influencing his work." Ah, this part hits home for horticulturists, florists, home gardeners and fans of same ... Roethke "spent much time in the greenhouse" -- a family business. Apparently like many a fine poet, novice or prof, like our old American conductor of how to view even a bog filled with mosquito, frogs, toads, water lilies -- yes that David Thoreau ... Theodore was apt to include the art of turning contemplation of nature into praise worthy works. [[ Which rather puts such things as depression genre to shame, does it not? Now, with e-writing, digital online pens -- those who often admit and use what they call their dark side in some cases --- well, maybe they miss out on nature because of various reasons. Yes, mood swings methinks for some. Yet, much is still available outside city parks. Maybe access is a problem.]] However, anyone can order a seed catalog then spend a pleasant perusal of a variety of species on a summery afternoon. Or in the dead of winter when snow accumulates on said real garden. Then, best avoid all salt on sidewalks for this practice will harm perennials. These seed catalogs from numerous horticulture publications such as: Ferry Moss, Burpee, Parks prompt an educational slant viewing colorful gems apt to become reference media for many a writer venturing into florid prose. Viva print brochures @ one's fingertips. Taking the prompt to mean --- immersion in talk talk feeling as essence. Take e == essence, Albert Baby ... of describing in words, by writing b = composing a tale --- Sunov yon beeswaxed honey comb --- So much when this is a given -- Simply -- Another how-to pen about the beauty of nature. Hold the childhood, try today in ordinary time. ME: include your eye's delight as setting, reach for the finest kind, job. Nothing new about this writing how to buzz, as do-able as putting sugar icing rosettes on a birthday cake. The trick is to find out how. You can't ever convince this author that plastic flowers are adequate substitutes for fresh cut, budding, blooming, fading, petal dropping or dried culinary herbs. All make the world go 'round for those who both marvel & appreciate fauna. A walk in a small copse or a hike along any segment of the Appalachian Trail provides passengers to beauty awareness .. many thrills indeedy then. Appreciation lingers in such surroundings. One may capture colorful memoirs of nature's abundant centerfolds with cameras of yore, sketch pads and the mighty pen. Now, Derby's turn for breakfast served hot as a seasonal pen. That boy helped me yesterday; he's an avid field hand. FANDANGO remains steady on cheery. Yes, the lord creates (with tons of help from gene pools.) Worse OT [ People can be like deformed plants too without a hint of physical deformity. Derringer's telling me the real live sociopath is out of the picture and I fully understand that to be true. Yes, agree. Supplied a cure, a comeback to the craft, if you will. Already underwent enough already from a psychopath of no value or worth ... Those years what such beings toss out in your die-rection aka to be wasteful thought. Sociopaths gather hate to themselves with glee. They harm, then laugh. Personality disorder or mental disorder ???? Yeppers, undecided to date by shrink world. However, faults & sins of callous theys -- can never stand in the daylight.] Outside, spot Sunflower Trees, eight branched each by month's end, each bearing almost twenty perfect sunflower heads, all bearing gold finches, sparrows, redheaded finches, wrens, hummingbirds of various degrees, angled in the mind's eye or the camera's lens .. akin to connective national threads of imaginary kudzu. Lo & Behold Yee, Agriculture Conglomerate Nation!!! Frolic with FANDANGO across the plains, field to field, patch to copse ... from Altoona to Portland, Maine, amigos. Aha .. RAMBLE ON!! Nutshell -- writing advice/ author-to-author hints generally reserved for
Today's prompt is to explain how-to: Record via setting the thing we call beauty. Beauty written about then is no longer a mysterious thing. Hell & Damnation, brothers & sisters, Nature's Beauty is everywhere in July. Ed note: Southern LIT calls this specific author ability genteel living by topic is one example. Think I'll fix waffles for my guest April Sunday although that doll, Derby, can sleep late today. When he comes down to brunch there will be a bed of ruby lettuce with sliced cukes, diced Italian onions, plums & watermelon cubes to dig into. In the mood for tarragon chutney with applesauce, myself. Our centerpiece beckons in a chipped crock, consisting of: double orange tiger lilies, artemesia sprigs, three sunflowers whom measure four inches in diameter. You see? Thass the way you do it on webtv.
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| April Sunday here --- Hey! derby Derringer here ---- Slipping into the driver's seat @ "Invalid Item" Mrs Moffett regrets she's relaxing at the moment so let the new penname stand. Leaving the Alabama Courier News Times for a few weeks vacae up here in the mountains seems just my cup of cold sweet tea. This morning dawn met a pleasant sixty-one degrees. Outside, we witness gold finches gobbling seeds from blooming catnip. Which reminds me to bring TEFF's tea to her since she's awaiting breakfast in bed. We go way back to a short story which stretched toward novella (2004) Mrs Moffett wrote about our former antics with Alabama Courier News Times, owner, Editor Sammy Tofuto in "Invalid Item" Teff's in a mood again today, grouchy as a fiddler who lost a few strings. Now --- for a daily prompt from Harvard Psychologist, William James (b. 1842 d. 1910) "Human beings by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives." Feeding this twice fried egg, with a dab of mayo, sliced tomato on the side, to my darlin, Teffitor --- along with this prompt is a bit scary, Since that lady boasts a low tolerance for psychology as an accepted science. Plus, she's scared to death of psychopaths aka sociopaths. Thus, my invite North. Derby Derringer here --- writing's my game, managing Teffom Estates as chief cook, body guard is why I came. Knock knock ... Derby? Come in, sweetheart. Oh is this the prompt? Derringer: How are you feeling, little one? TEFF: Okay, a little bit. Thanks for the tray,  the tiger lily. Do they know? Derringer: Shall, I tell them ... you think? About --- "Invalid Entry" Teff: Don't look so frightened, you're back, you can stay. We're lucky, I know this guy James. Second bookcase on the left, in the hallway. There should be a book about this poor sod garnished from a library freebee box. Chosen to add a sideline/ boring quest to first person character, Private Eye Mack Chromey. Derringer -- You mean -- Mack from DON'T RISK IT ON BRISKET? Yeah, he's the one thoughtfully conducting a soul searching after Reet dumps him. Mercy, Darlin! It's been a long time. Life at the ALABAMA SLAMMER LOUNGE can't exist without you. Tofuto misses you. Oh .. and the greatest linguist of all time our pal, co-reporter, Benny Hightower sends his love. He did? Benny is such a gentleman. Plus, there's "Invalid Item" entry for ATTITUDE. SO! Are you down with this, Derby? Attitude is probably taken as outlook here, but the entire mess is not up to the mind alone. Au contraire. Must mean positive thought conquers all. Eventually? <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> RETURN TO 1890 by Derby Derringer, Reporter Punch in your search engines, clang the symbols for William James {b.1842 -- d.1910} whom compiled, PRINCIPLES OF PSYCHOLOGY -- circa 1890. Based on extensive research among noted philosophers "thinkers" and early dabblers in human psychology, residing in mid Nineteenth Century Europe, James work is touched upon in a 53p booklet: A CONVERSATION WITH WILLIAM JAMES by William H. Calhoun/ Wm. C. Brown Publishers, c-rt 1990. Noted Nobel Winner for Literature, William Faulkner, took Jame's creation, "stream of consciousness" to a new level, by allowing the Faulkner style of writing to portray a linear pattern of writing, adding zest to characterization, setting in some twenty-nine American classics. "James" Calhoun informs "toyed with many areas of study. He tried religion, faith healing, meditation, hypnosis, extrasensory perception, and homeopathic medicine." Primarily, hoping to alleviate severe bouts of returning depressive stages throughout his life, William James, unfortunately succumbed to heart disease at age 58. He also accompanied noted biologist, Louis Agassiz to Brazil. Graduating Harvard in 1869 with an M.D. degree. Renown as a shrink bible "Principles of Psychology" hit the stands in 1890. In the USA -- hailed as a break through science meant to transform patients mental disorders, or personality distress in the late part of the century is also accredited to James "massive" 1,100 page blockbuster. However, James struggled during his life unsure of his own free will. Finally, his bouts of poor esteem were laid to rest upon discovering the writing of French philosopher, Renouvier. So notes, Calhoun on appendix page: viii. The world may never know what triggered the mind of the anointed one, whose stream of consciousness moves about the universe in diverse forms for James himself thought to improve his own standards, behavior, character, personality --- while keeping a firm hand on a wider prize. By his own learned admission, Mr William James, a New York native, adept at speaking German and French ... sought to emulate a spiritual side of the human makeup. In other words, according to Mrs. Mary Moffett and Yours Truly, at this writing conception --- let us perceive --- James knew that actual rules of the game for psychology or any mindboggling so-called norm need not be applied to individual mindsets. By today's standards, although his work was once highly praised, due behavioral science, yet to proceed PRINCIPLES OF PSYCHOLOGY. In a pharmaceutical nightmare, of douse oneself into a better mood, remove all anxiety swallowing any pill whose labels say they can cure --- Today .. correctly applied studies still add much to an unexplored venue for Psych 101. teffom goes --- Why, Derby? Because the world she be a changing, while our gene pools never sleep. 30/all Teff, Darlin, may I bring you anything? How's your book coming along. Oh, you mean THE SIEGE OF SALT COVE . Anthony Weller, the author is tip-top. Do, I have a chance of staying out of the vault, this time? Here let me fluff your pillows. Yeah, I think so. <<<<<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>>>>> An aside: An aside: Anyone who picks up Faulkner's work --- may note many substitutions from basic punctuation or find a cure for insomnia with the ever popular stream of consciousness narrative. Deviations from punctuation's path is one of the reasons he won The Nobel Prize for LIT back in 1949 as his honest prose became poetic like. While, William James is noted for stream of consciousness pertaining to thought patterns. Google lovers may discover both Americans listed side by side for the fading stream. Doctorow tries SOC in his later works, but remains in second place to the Bard of the South. --- from Mary Moffett William Faulkner (b. Sept 25, 1897 in New Albany, MISS --- d. 1962} ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Editor's note: Deleting yesterday's post on poor & lazy writing. Shall air such views inside comforts of my living room, Apologies for deviating from blog out path. OF: poor "Invalid Item" one may only shiver pondering what they'll end up with in a future NL. Poor CLUB! {:blue} July 13's prompt: RE: Happiness -- Story time --- THE GUY WHO TIRES TO TAKE IT WITH HIM ... By author, Mary Moffett A very long line approaches the Pearly Gates. St. Peter, busy interviewing inside a gracious palace, remains oblivious to an uproar causing pushing, shouting among recently departed from down below. As a full moon rises, spreading gossamer shadows across a silvery path .. the guy who tires to take it with him bursts out in tears. He's rather bulky, mean-faced, spiteful, yet his argument is a familiar one. Suffice, he made a ton of money in his illustrious lifetime. Sadly, he turns adamant and contentiously speaks out for his civil & celestial rights. Note, in heaven reportedly all things are happy, bereft sinful slants. One cannot pick on the soul next to you. An angel flutters up to the man, asks brightly. "What is this material stuff, my son?" The guy who tries to take it with him answers, "That's my cash. I earned it. I intend to keep it. It's MINE! All mine!" The Head Angel calls for backup. "We'll need to confiscate this expensive leather luggage. Sir, please stand aside." The man howls like a wolf, protesting among the recent passengers to a better place, whom eye him suspiciously, fearfully spreading apart. The guy who brought it to St. Peter's doorstep sneers at all & sundry. Saint Gabriel's helper, Mighty Marvin the Younger registers shock; he wonders how this brute managed to be here at all. Marvin thinks to let the fellow causing the unthinkable, a protest at the Gate's of Heaven. Over a bundle of wadded up cash, bound & stored in consecutive piles. Did he have it in his coffin? Finally, Gabriel the Wiser, intervenes, "Shall it make you happy keeping these ill tidings, ill gained -- according to your lifetime chart -- ahem. States right here you gleefully destroyed great expanses of land on Planet Earth. You pridefully bragged upon pleasures of being uncharitable for all of your life. You also caused entire communities to be reduced to poverty level, sickening same. Ahah! Did you not?" The guy with no name lapses into adroit, petty denial. He hollers -- "I did not. This money is mine. I am a very wealthy multi millionaire." Marv grabs hold of the guy without a chance in hell to even shine St. Peter's Sunday sandals ... tosses him into a cloud. Shaky spectators in line, awaiting their private audiences with deciders of their eternal well being, gasp as one. The guy with no conception between what happiness can be, instead savoring what greed told him he was all about during all seventy years of his misplaced ideals .. well, he sinks like a stone in a mighty river. Marv looks down as the guy without a logical reason to enter into the kingdom of heaven, floats farther away from the Word of the Lord. A calm soul toward the front of the line quips ... "I think I might know that polecat. He took our house back in the Thirties." Marv and Gabriel check archaic stone slabs. Puzzlement ensues. "Man, oh, man, Gabe, this one's been waiting forever almost." Gabriel kicks aside the monetary gains, salvages them for homeless shelters and people living inside tent cities outside Porta Prince, Haiti -- "Mister, what's your real name, anyways?" Who me? escapes the old one's parched lips. "Happy." Marv snickers, "Is you last name Ness by any chance? We figure Eliot had his share of violence, frowned on in Heaven, you know." Gabriel deadeyes the wrinkled fellow named Happy. "What is your last name, Happy?" They call me Happy Toby Here, Mr Archangel, Sir." Good answer notes Marv. "Enter into the Pearly Gates, oh patient one" commands Gabriel. The end --- Thus concludes yet another scene from the trials and tribulations of the human race. Maybe tis time to close all my open things again. There's bigger fish to fry. I fear I've become a very lazy writer in 2011, although prone to fabulous LIT as a reader. Ah, stories to re-re-re-edit, chapters to compose. READ ON!! May 12 EDITOR note: I have a spy. PS: Why doesn't he/ she go long? Working on a visual ... back later. Hell, can see the form & forms. Uhoh, not alone in this new tidbit? Most likely! |
| Maybe, Connie's pleasantly evoking a trip downa shore, or opting to purport a scare among bathers who venture unescorted into the realm of what this author once called the deeps. Well, you see when we lived on Emerald Isle, the Atlantic became our neighbor. We heard her roar at night, shrill in bright morning's dawn as waves crept about the circular arch which was our island. Not a daring type myself, eventually a twenty minute dunking on a calm day fit the bill for cooling off. This year my family spent over a week enjoying the surf. They said the ocean was so rough, three experienced swimmers only went in up to their waists. We're not touristy types who rush out and buy an annual raft which used to become pretty tore up hitting eddies which could be ripe with sharp shells. Yet, body surfing is a dangerous sport, causing many a bruise if a high tide decides to have it's way with peons like us yanks. Now, watching men surf, that's pure entertainment. They are apt to jump over waves, but most humans either go with the flow or duck. Anything can happen out there where creatures from the deep abide. Jellyfish can sting you. God forbid one encounters even a piece of a Man of War. Which is the equivalent of being stung by an entire hornet's nest. Keep vinegar in the trunk of your car, then if you drove to the beach, douse yourself or a loved one -- ASAP! If that fails, well they say urine works. Hospitals take emergency victims conked on the pate via floating boards, broken bottles, or run ins with stingrays. Now, walking on Bogue Sound one year in the spring daylight, came across a few tourists staring into a deep pool. There he was, only a small one, about two foot wide, rather grayish and stuck at low tide. Looked like a pancake, he sure did. So we all took a gander. Scared me to a creepy crawly stat which this year-round resident never managed to overlook. Then too, at high tide during summer months of both July & August if feeling so hot, wetting down seemed paramount to burning beach solar heat ... carefully assuming a stance on tip toes, as opposed to my beach chair resting at the edge of the world where sand meets sea ... anything brushing against my thin legs - a catapult effect occurs. TEFF's outah there like a space shuttle departing Cape Kennedy. Seaweed and the like, no problemena, baby. The sea is a relaxing aspect, my friends, lolling the bod, great for curling your hair. When you live there you stop buying mouthwash, start saving table scraps for the gulls. These are adept at multiplication. Initially, two arrive out of nowhere at first sign of a french fry. Next thing you're surrounded by sixteen white wing flappers. When you spy thirty-two, all screaming in those demanding shrieks as these fluffy pals vie for airspace .. Do this: back up slowly, lower your impromptu bag of goodies, run like blue blazes for cover. My favorite fishers are pelicans. Such a sky to water dance brings tears to the eyes. If you see pelicans herding a school of fish together from above, then you'll know where to cast your line after they split with wing spans that may clock in @ three foot, plus. And if you plan playfully rocking arms akimbo, feet bouncing with the waves, please do this. Tell my old mistress, Mother Ocean -- the best neighbor the Moffetts ever had ... hello from Yours Truly /// TEFF Additional VINEGAR CURES. In the Tarheel State, (NC) Emerald Isle, Salter Path, Bogue, etc ala coastal locations -- are all noted for hard water. Thus, vinegar works well on bathroom porcelain, toilet bowls, sinks & windows. A splash mixed into dishpans provides a shine for tableware, especially glasses or crystal along The Crystal Coast. A tissue or handkerchief dipped into a saucer of vinegar & water (Looky here, lads & lasses, we're not the kinda folks who've easy access to things like cotton swabs) --- can be used to open facial pores. While vinegar as a hair rinse after shampooing helps maintain natural hair color. Used to be --- shoppers could pick up a gallon of vinegar for as low as 60cents. Since prices rise faster than a hot air balloon beneath a sultry summer sun .. cutting that precious gallon with water, three times won't effect use of same. Best avoid all eye contact as nature intended. Ta Ta!! Toodle-ooh. Don't let the jellies bite ... OUR MOTHER WHO ART THE OCEAN, written in Emerald Isle, (1994) located @ ---
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"30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" July 10 -- Prompt "Who are the authors that inspired your work?" from very thankful  BACKGROUND for this author -- In 1999, Miss Teffy seriously undertook writing fiction, a step away from journalism which I studied and used for several local newspapers .. ahem .. oh lordy now .. way back in the late Seventies. Even then, dear audience, controversy ruled with or without Gonzo or Yellow Journalism. However, certain advertisers didn't always agree with editorial content, so less and less freelancing became available. You towed the line or no by-line for you. Today, of course, little accuracy exists because things are often sent out from the likes of Associated Press or Reuters, syndicated to newspapers and relate to the daily, 2009-10 media when half a story is not only trite spin -- it can be one sided. Source info reporting is still alive, but difficult to turn into a money maker. When TEFF studied journalism at a local community college, buying all the books, doing all the stories, a teacher named Mr Clark DeLion from The Philadelphia Inquirer inspired the entire class to reach toward local venues, which we did. Sitting on the frontporch waiting for the paper was a hoot for me back when ... because two friendly neighbor ladies came out to join me. While, my own mother and father took a huge interest. Thus it began, especially conversations with Daddy re: what later sums to feedback which he contributed to many a stuck moment re: journalism facts. Next up: one of my favorite books -- from Pulitzer winner, E. Annie Proulx -- THE SHIPPING NEWS. Perhaps when we read things tick-tock. Yet, escaping into a deep or interesting read one notes a few language uses may be adopted to style. Style being what all upcoming authors need to grab hold of, emulate, acquire. Proulx is famous for dropping her final 'and' in a sequence. Stephen King -- for his reach in NEEDFUL THINGS, which took yours truly two summers to savor & enjoy. KUDJO, same thing. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is on my shelf inside: SHERLOCK HOLMES: THE COMPLETE NOVELS AND STORIES -- VOL 1 --- There's a stint on Fandango where writing how-to passing for advice to never or seldom to use adverbs is slammed like a fist on a roach. Splat! Doyle began increasing aware that the new fangled genre of his times .. included the shorter tales. Thus his short stories are replete with adverbs. Everybody knows if it's in the dictionary -- it's usable. To say differently is bogus yesterday, today & tomorrow. Granted, great works allow hope for the rest of us. We may note style of our favorite authors easy enough. Writers then aspire to create their own stuff. Is this the nutshell? Maybe yes, maybe no. Let me spy a new novel from James Lee Burke. Yeah, I'll consider pushing an old lady with a walker out of the way to reach the inside cover.** Just to hold such a thing is never an incentive to write, but a time to savor Burke, chapter by chapter. My favorite is without a doubt -- TIN ROOF BLOWOUT which even conveys implications of a sunk helicopter during N'Orlans onset of Hurricane Katrina. Burke's novels are jampacked with criminals which will set your hair on end. Nobody likes them. Pushing a solemnly likable antagonist is a sham from those who wax over bossy RE: writing how-not-to via advice. FIVE QUARTERS OF THE ORANGE & GIRL WITH NO SHADOW set Joanne Harris above the norm for this reader. When opening chapters reveal an identity theft based on bank accounts and obits ... then find readers and former character's from Joanne's popular CHOCOLAT settle in without a thread of premeditated suspicions. Jodi Picoult's SECOND GLANCE & SALEM FALLS are among my favorites from a novelist the Financial Times credits with ..." ... hard to exaggerate how well Picoult writes." See: http://www.jodipicoult.com Even dabbling on Amazon allows mini excursions into what the best of the best produce. Scottish author, Alexander McCall Smith may inspire a morality ken for readers who savor his Isabel Dalhousie Series. Be ready for a trip riddled with philosophical equations. THE WITCHING HOUR, LASHER, TALTOS are my favorite three novels from the pen of the one and only, incredibly insightful Ann Rice doing the Mayfield Witches series. Luckily, local libraries provide Detective Wexford mysteries which top a reading choice chart from England's own, Ruth Rendall, who will place one on the proper streets as pointing a tour guide in London Town. Enter -- the very relaxing -- and comical Agatha Raisin Series and the Northern Scottish Highland arena from M C Beaton .. and I'll be a happy camper. While Agatha comes off as jaunty, owns her own detective agency, she humanly worries about her middle-age looks and two cats, just like the rest of us. While, WEBSTER'S NEW WORLD THESAURUS (c-rt --1985) defines --- inspiration ... as an incentive, influence, stimulation, motivation ... my own work is not accomplished or begun due to what is read in the very least. Perhaps, inspired & aspiring writers need focus on their day-to-day because when situations arise, we may need record those or plot anything at all into the realms of fiction. Fantastic Writers who gain that lofty top rung such as those above swear they are ordinary people too (just a guess, due food consumption, putting the time in for research and or formal education ... or thinking a story thru.) Yet without achieving style one's work appears choppy, hardly more entertaining than teacher led essays. There really is no Magdalena Yoder, owner of the Penn Dutch Inn, hilariously accountable as butt-inski, novice, Mennonite sleuth in ... CREPES OF WRATH & PLAY IT AGAIN, SPAM .. but SC, author, Tamar Myers will convince you there certainly is such an entity as the non-prideful, self contentious, Miss Yoder. Whenever I-net traipsing comes to mind, visiting sites of well known authors supplies spots to engage. Then, one is mixing with the real McCoy's, where writing communities are formed quicker than mud along a dry pond. A writer's chance ... like jobbers working a carnival or plot middlemen (subject to one's individual imagination) on the beat is not the best works read but simply an observation of how one's favorite's plays the game. Suggestion: In short, reviewing novice authors anywhere online perhaps does provide sharing. This constant reading practice may become counter productive. However, while revving is fun, often allows a meet & greet attitude, this ploy can also stifle --- IF morphing into a category of praiseworthy activity whenever overdone. The world of LIT awaits us all, fellow bloggers. Thus, dear I-net, websurfing, audience: Lest we forget we're never alone. We're simply fans --- not arrogant egotists. Cuz, cuz? We're totally outclassed. Edit note: ** Yikes, sorry, for that remark overhead. Instead, best be leaning over the lady's shoulder or they might flag me from hitchhiking a ride on the retiree bus. 30/all ** Re-open --- "Invalid Entry" |
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