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I'm trying to sit up at my desk for an hour at a time and finish "We're Going to Kill You," one of the long stories in NO REGRETS. I do read all the guestbook postings, and they are almost always a bright spot in my day. However, I got an email this morning from someone who said I was taking sides in some squabble that's supposedly taking place on either my guestbook or the spin-off site--over which I have no control. That is totally news to me. Except for people claiming to be Tom Capano or Tony Pignataro, or pornographers who sneak on my guestbook with their illegal ads, I don't take sides at all.
I am old enough to have learned that people come in all shapes, sizes, ages, and personality types. Usually, the grumpiest and seemingly most mean-spirited people are the unhappiest or feel the most inadequate. Inside they're kind of scared, so they strike out. Treat them with kindness and acceptance and you will find the REAL person there. If you are shy and feel kind of nervous about posting, this is SUPPOSED to be the site where you will be absolutely welcomed. I don't care if you're bossy, ebullient, funny, sad, lonesome, worried, anxious, happy, educated, under-educated, stuck-up, married, single, have kids, don't have kids, live on social security, live in a mansion, etc. etc. And I really discourage petty fights. If somebody is looking for a fight, there are other websites where that is encouraged. Discussions and differences of opinions are welcome on my guestbook; silly squabbles are not. I have walked away from several websites and groups where posts degenerated into "flaming" and name-calling. \
If we should lose the really warm interchanges I've seen on here over the last few years, I would be very, very disappointed. But I would have to just shut the guestbook down because it would become another stressful situation I have to contend with, and believe me, I have plenty of those. Someone actually told me that they are leaving my guestbook because I took sides--and I have no idea what that person is talking about. We don't delete posts unless they are perverted, illegal, insulting to me (why would I pay to keep a site going just to be insulted?) , or are clearly lies.
I'm hoping that this is bothering me more than it usually would because I am still fighting pneumonia AND trying to finish a book AND get myself to Georgia in two weeks. Am I missing something? My webmaster does scan the messages but she hasn't seen anything that falls within the categories in the last paragraph, and I read the posts every day. If anyone else thinks I am taking sides in a feud that I swear I'm not even aware of, please let me know.
As for the spin-off ARF site, I take no responsibility at all for what goes on there. I thought that it was being edited by some of the earlier posters here, but if it has gone far afield of my own philosophy about people, I would have to ask that any reference to me be removed from that site. As I say, I haven't had time to read it, so I don't know what is being said.
Hopefully, my new round of antibiotics will work and I'll be better able to decide what to do about the guestbook. Is it hurting people's feelings? I'd rather have no guestbook if that is true.
On to heavier subjects. I know the tabloids have said Tom C.'s ex wife, Nicolle, has tissue saved to prove that the baby lost in a miscarriage was Tom's. But they say a lot of things. I think she is a lovely person, and I think she got a raw deal. Her new romance seems to be going very well. Tom's popularity quotient is said to be falling steadily. Did you see MAD TV last night with the skit on Katie? Funny--but chilling, too.
On the question of what Gary Ridgway's children might be like? He HAS a son, born to his second marriage--and the son is a fine man, a career Marine officer. I have always leaned more toward the nurture more than nature argument about what makes a child grow up to be a sociopath, but there do seem to be cases where babies are born with a TENDENCY toward violence, and then if it's fertilized by growing up in an abusive home, it blooms in terrible ways. Just like some kids are naturals at music, sports, math--whatever.
I'd better get to work on the writing. It's a quiet Sunday afternoon, with few phone calls and no visits. That's the best time for me to write like the wind!
One more movie to comment on. Capote is a big disappointment to me. He inspired me back in 1964 when I read IN COLD BLOOD, but, as a true crime writer of 27 books now, there is no way that he could have gotten his information the way it is shown in the movie. I cannot believe that any investigator would hand out so much information pre-trial. I can't believe that the dead teenage Clutter girl's diary would have ended up in her best friend's hand a few days after the murder. The police would have kept it sealed in evidence! Capote's attitude was so cavalier in his disdain for the victims--did that really happen that way? I don't think so. Respect must be shown! Yes, I think Capote had access to Perry Smith to visit him, and it's my opinion that Capote fell in love with him, but so much of this movie just jars me. Let's just say that I sure don't work the way he did, and I'm proud I don't. Cops--even small town cops--are not likely to be so bedazzled with a famous writer that they would hand over their case information so prematurely and ruin their chances at trial! They talk to me AFTER trial, and I wouldn't dream of asking them earlier. I think Phillip Hoffman (or whatever his three names are) was fantastic in portraying Capote, but I don't believe a lot of this movie. But then, I have my doubts every time I happen to catch a few minutes of CSI. I am not a musician so I believe all music and enjoy things that those musically talented wouldn't. But I do know my forensic techniques and criminal behavior AND cops, so I'm pretty judgemental about the way they are portrayed in the arts.
Talk to you soon! And to paraphrase the sergeant on Hill Street Blues, "Be nice to each other out there!"
Ann
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| Posted by Ann on Sunday, April 02, 2006 at 14:30 |
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| Friday night |
Hi Gang,
Well, doggone it, I had to go to my HMO clinic today because my lungs were sounding like a wheezing, rattling old-fashioned vacuum cleaner. I'm glad I just walked in. They were able to see me, and I got a treatment I've never had before with a kind of humidifier and medicine to clear some of the gunk out. Also another round of anti-biotics, and an inhaler. Guess I tried to do too much, too soon. So I'm going to bed early with all my stupid tabloids! Have to learn when to just lie down and shut up!
I have no idea where someone got the idea that I submitted a motion to the judge in the Corbin trial. I can't do that. The prosecutor did it. I'm not an attorney, not a prosecutor, don't live in Georgia, don't know all the facts in the cases, and they would laugh me out of Georgia if I claimed to do such a thing. I'm only a true crime author.This was a good ruling by the judge for the Prosecution. Allowing all the information in on Dolly Hearn's death will show the jurors in Jenn Corbin's trial that there was definitely an odd similarity between the two young women's deaths. Both of them were attempting to break up with Bart Corbin at the time they died, and the manner of death was the same.
We will soon have the final dates and places of two booksignings and Q&A sessions. One will be at the Borders in Buckhead, and I believed the other will be at an Independent bookstore. Hope to meet a lot of you Southern gals (and a few guys) and be able to fit your faces to your names and posts! I have so much to do when I get there--besides being in court every day. As the deadlines are tight, I'll be doing a lot of writing when I'm in my apartment. My friend, Donna Anders, will also be signing her great mystery books, and she is also finishing a new book for November. We're both bringing our laptops.
I'm glad that many of you share my suspicions about Scientology and whateverhappenedtotomcruise? I understand he is quite probably the most admired leader in the Scientology heirarchy, so he probably feels extremely self-confident and all powerful.
I think Katie may have been drawn into something she never expected. I would hate to think she is doing this to enhance her career. If she is, she seems to be paying a big price for it. Personally, I didn't scream and moan during labor (I was a devoted natural childbirth gal, and it worked) but if I felt like I had to, I wouldn't want anyone shushing me. And shutting a baby away from cuddling right after birth sounds cruel. Mine all stopped crying as soon as they were in my arms.
Hi Teri! I remember you from the David Brown trial. Aren't you the pretty blond--long hair--look kind of like Teri Garr? The afterparty for the jurors, prosecutors and defense attorneys was a most memorable event in Orange County. That was a wonderful and dedicated jury and you all worked hard.
I've asked Sheila Bellush's sister and husband to consider taking a look at our guestbook and coming on to share some of their thoughts. I try to stay as close as I can with the families, jurors, judges, and the lawyers from earlier cases. So far, I have met so many people I really admire! I am always impressed that jurors, who have never had a lot of experience with our justice system, turn out to be so dedicated to finding the truth and rendering the best verdict they can. It isn't easy, and they have to give up so much of their own lives for precious little money to do what the do!
I want all of you to think about attending a day or two in criminal court watching the way the system works. You can get into any trial--except juvenile cases--in your own towns. You may have to be there early to get in line if it's high profile. Sometimes it boring, but often it is totally engrossing!
Guess I'd better go heat some chicken soup and go to bed.
Have a great weekend, or just a restful one, whatever you need to renew the old engines,
Ann |
| Posted by Ann on Friday, March 31, 2006 at 20:00 |
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| 3/30/06 |
Hi,
Some quick thoughts. I have to admit that I have never been to the ARF site, and I have no idea what goes on there. I don't think any of my readers would be snooty--I sure hope not! I can't create a link until I take a really good look at it. This website is under careful scrutiny, and I don't miss a day checking it out, but I can't vouch for any other.
I try to read every post on this website, but sometimes I can't respond to them all. If you don't get feedback from other posters, it's probably because we're all really busy and sometimes we don't have time to respond. But, believe me, every single one of you is WELCOME! Lots of folks on here are dealing with intense family crises, and other problems. But it's really a friendly group. Just don't give up on us.
I leave for Atlanta two weeks from Saturday, and I'm trying to finish No Regrets (due out in November) before I go. But I also have the tail end of pneumonia which is still pretty virulent!
If I don't respond here, or to my emails, it's because I have so doggonned much to do before I go. I'll have my laptop with me,a nd I'm going to try to keep up. But I will be doing very intensive research for Too Late to Say Goodbye, so I may not be able to be as reponsive as I would like to be. The pressure comes off me on Sept. 17th. If I don't have the book done by then, I will be in trouble!
I don't think Anthony Pignataro is posting, but he may have slipped one of his ponderous writings to someone on the outside to have them put it on line. He is full of ---------- and also -----------. Pardon my language! Anthony's record as an abysmal physician stands on its own, and his record as a human being is the same. Neither can be explained away with fancy words! He always did write with a thesaurus beside him, so he could pick the longest, most obscure words. His ex-wife and children stand proud and successful in spite of him. He would do well to ask for forgiveness and hope that one day his children might want to see him. But they don't need him, and they are excelling despite him!
I have been highly suspicious of Scientology for many years. My only brother, Don Stackhouse, was a wonderful young man, a cum laude gradutate at Stanford--but he suffered from depression in an era where no one understood it. Don committed suicide at the age of 21, a loss I have never truly been able to deal with. In the months before his death, he was coaxed into a Scientology venue near the Southern California college he attended. I have always believed they did terrible damage to his already-confused mind, and I cannot forgive them. Yes, Cruise and Travolta have had great financial success, and they make Scientology look attractive--but I think Tom Cruise is right on the edge of megalomania. He thinks he is all-powerful. That poor Katie. He seems always to be tugging her along behind him, while she is tired and pregnant and should not be forced to fly all over the world and put on demonstrations of how hot their relationship is! I am counting on her parent's strength and faith to save her, but he's going to have claim to that baby. I don't know if he is the real birth father. He didn't impregnate either Mimi or Nicole, and Mimi went on to have children with her current husband. Nicole will probably do the same. Something is so fishy. He already had it all. What is his point now?
I rented Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the movie, to look at the "magic" between Brangilina and found nothing. One of the dumbest movies I ever saw! I didn't watch it past the middle.
In the olden days, stars must have been at least as vapid as they are now. Maybe we just didn't know about it? But now, they all look alike-- all those blond bimbos who are about 22. And the effete-looking men who wouldn't stand a chance next to John Wayne, Jimmy Stewart, Cary Grant, or Clark Gable. I know some of them had their secrets, too, but at least they LOOKED like men.
Answer me this. Why would anyone need a new handbag that costs thousands of dollars every other day? How far would that handbag money go to feed people who are starving? How can anyone consume so much and not even think of those in need? I cannot understand it.
I wonder what our popular culture is coming to? Celebrities have been dumb before, but it's getting ridiculous.
And don't even ask me what I think of the politicos in power because I might tell you!
Grumpy old Ann,
Talk to you soon!
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| Posted by Ann on Thursday, March 30, 2006 at 23:04 |
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| The Final Chapter |
Comments by Ann on Tuesday, March 28, 2006 at 13:29 IP Logged
NEWS BULLETIN! I got word within the last hour that Jerome Brudos, the serial killer I write about in LUST KILLER, died this morning at 7:51 A.M. of liver cancer in the Oregon State Penitentiary. He had been in prison for almost 40 years, and is considered one of the more sadistic of all serial killers in crime history. He went into hospice in the prison a week ago, refusing all medications. Many, many people--including victims who got away--and the families of his many victims will now breathe a sigh of relief. When Lars Larson, the well-known radio talk show host, asked Brudos why he had killed one of the girls, he laughed and said, "It was a slow Saturday night for me. . ." Oddly, except for the people I've written about who were executed, Brudos is the first to die in prison. Harvey Carignan (The Want-Ad Killer) is very ill in prison in Minnesota. Brudos was 66. The Oregon Board of Prisons and Paroles once ruled that they would NEVER allow Brudos to be paroled.
And now he never will be. He was a genius at electronics and electricity, but obsessed with stalking and torturing young women. And he will not be missed.
United States
To those who cite Dave Reichert's part in capturing the Green River Killer, please be reminded that he was only one of dozens of dedicated police officers, and is often--mistakenly--given all the credit for catching Gary Ridgway. Reichert was not THE lead detective in the Green River investigation; he was assigned the first four or five cases. As it happened, he was away from the investigation for many years. Others like Tom Jensen, , Randy Mullinax, Matt Haney, Sue Peters, Fae Brooks, Bob Keppel, Frank Adamson, Dick Kraske, and the late Jim Doyon, Ralf McAllister, Jim Pompey,Dan Nolan, and Rupe Lettich worked even longer on the probe, along with the dozens of detectives and technicians and medical examiners I name in the credits of Green River, Running Red. Since Reichert began his political career and his subsequent job in the House of Representatives in Washington, D.C., he has garnered far more publicity than the rest of the team. I think it's important to remember that he didn't catch Ridgway all by himself!
All my best. I'll write more on my weblogs when my doggonned ribs stop hurting!
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| Posted by Ann on Tuesday, March 28, 2006 at 17:48 |
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| 3/27/06 |
Happy Monday Night,
Hi to all of you. We are getting so many posts on the guestbook that it's all I can do to keep up, and yet each post is so interesting and special--because the people on here are REAL people. We're a little like a big family with many branches; at any given time, some are having happy times and some are coping with anxiety and loss. I guess that is the way of the world, but I'm glad that this a place where people can share.
I hadn't been any place but the doctors's offices since I came down with pneumonia about thee weeks ago, but Saturday was the Northwest Womens Show and Donna Anders and I always got for a book giveaway and a signing. We were supposed to be there for two hours, and we ended up sighing and visiting for 3 hours and 45 minutes. One of the problems with pneumonia is that you cough and cough and then you cough again,and it makes your ribs sore. Then, as you're getting better, it hurts to sit up straight for very long. By the second hour, I thought my ribs were going to bust! From past experience, I know it gets better every day, and after about two weeks, that feeling goes away. I am SOOO looking forward to warm weather and spring and heading for Atlanta for the Corbin trial. It seems as though it's been a very long winter indeed in Seattle.
We had a terrible incident in Seattle at 7 a.m. Saturday morning. Some kids--from 14 to 25 had gone to a "Rave" party, all dressed up with ghoulish makeup and in freaky costumes. These events used to be part of the drug culture, but seem to have become tamer. Five of the partiers rented a house together in a nice, quiet neighborhood on Capital Hill. They evidently befriended a stranger and invited him to an "after party" at their house. He seemed to be a quiet, almost shy, person. But he lef the party shortly before seven, went to his truck, and came back with a shotgun, a handgun, and several bandoliers filled with bullets. He walked in and started shooting, killing six of the partiers. Two wounded kids ran outside, just as a lone cop showed up. The cop put the kids behind him and faced the shooter, telling him to drop his weapon. At that point, the shooter put the shotgun in his own mouth and fired. No one yet knows what his motivation was--if he had any. He was a twin, who lived with his brother in the North End of Seattle, and both of them had moved from Montana six months ago. No significant police record, and his landlord said he was always polite and helpful. We tend to think these mindless shooting sprees are part of modern culture, but we can look back 50 years or more and find similar instances where men (it always seems to be males) suddenly explode and start shooting. Look at Richard Unruh in Camden, N.J. in 1949 or Charles Whitman in the Texas Tower snipings in Austin, Texas.
On the alleged posting by someone claiming to be Anthony Pignataro. It has the stilted, pompous, language that he liked to use--although the information about how many trials he's had and what really happened is all off. Totally long. My book was based on public record and interviews with the people he harmed, and that cannot be explained away. I suspect that he might have written something and smuggled it out of prison with one of the few supporters he still has. He can't change history, though. And I know of no prison that gives inmates access to the Internet. If he did post that, he is now in deep doo-doo because it can be traced back so easily, and we are working on it. If it was him, he has only insured that Debbie can count on several more years before he will be released on parole. The blindness of the narcissist sociopath is something to behold--no concern at all for anyone else in the universe!!!
I'll be back with you as soon as I can do it, but I'm going to go to bed now--and rest my ribs!
Have a wonderful Tuesday, and Debbie please come back. You can use any name to post and whoever is pretending to be Anthony will have no way of knowing which is you!
Love,
Ann
P.S. I have two signings set up in Georgia--one in Buckhead in Atlanta, and one in Gwinnett County. I'll have the dates, times, and places on the homepage of this website ASAP.
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| Posted by Ann on Monday, March 27, 2006 at 20:01 |
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| March 22, 2006 |
Hi gang,
Yes, I'm feeling considerably perkier--but still running on about half my cylinders. I wrote seven pages yesterday. But I got that "old feeling" that I'd forgotten since my bout with pneumonia a year ago. When I first got upright after coughing and coughing and coughing, my ribs hurt. Well, they hurt again. I know from experience at least that they will gradually get better. Today, I'm going to write--lie down--write--lie down, etc. to ease the discomfort. Don't need to prove I'm SuperWoman, 'cause I realize I'm not.
Thank you matchmakers out there, but I'm really not looking for a man. The love of my life died about 12 years ago, and I haven't found anyone who comes anywhere close to him in my estimation. One of these days maybe, but I learned in my marrage that it's much better to be alone than to be with the wrong person. Lots and lots of men in my life--really good friends, too--but no one who makes my heart sing. I think most of us understand how that goes?
We're working on the booksigning places in the Atlanta area, and should have some listed on the homepage of this website by next week. Can't believe I'm only about three weeks from flying there. I check the Georgia weather against Seattle's weather, and it looks as though Atlanta is running about 10 degrees warmer than it is here.
I'm anxious to spend fulltime writing on Too Late to Say Goodbye. And after that's done, I intend to write my autobiography. It seems like a prime time--with memoirs so popular. It's probably good I waited to write my book. I find myself sketching out that book in my head whenever there's a vacant space. Whoa--O.K.--I know some of you will say there's ALWAYS a vacant space in my head! :*) I'm reading Marley and Me which is a memoir of a man, his wife, and his dog--and it's delightful! I think I've told you before that peoples' lives fascinate me, and that I find the obituary pages in my daily paper very interesting. Some people appear to have made the very most of the years given them, and while real life probably isn't QUITE as perfect as obituaries attest to, you can tell that they raised families, contributed to people around them, had fun along the way, and were lucky enough to celebrate 50 or more years in happy marriages. I feel so sorry for people called home too soon, and wonder why they died--it isn't always mentioned. I think my favorites are those that have photographs of the person in their glorious youth and then when they've been burnished and changed over time. Interesting that some folks over 90 had dare-devil adventures in their youth--flying planes, fighting wars, taking chances--and yet they made it to almost 100. I used to look at pictures of people taken in the 1800's and marvel that they look so much like people of today, and wonder what their lives were like. I have found a tin-type portrait of a handsome man of about 25 years among someof my own family photos. The picture is in a little velvet and gold filigree case. Sadly, I have no idea who he was--or even which side of the family he belongs to. How I wish people in my great grandparents' time would have just written some identifying scribbles on the back of photos. Everyone I could ask about these mystery photos is gone, now. Still, I'm constantly playing detective and trying to match up records and photos.
Time to go lie down for awhile. My ribs are protesting. Doggone it!
Love,
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| Posted by Ann on Wednesday, March 22, 2006 at 13:25 |
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Hi,
Just some quick comments--as I'm starting back on my book now. There are three categories of murderers who kill a large number of people: SERIAL KILLER: This term came into the vernacular in about 1982-83. This is a killer who kills one or two victims at a time over long time. He may kill only once a year to begin with, and then two,and then four--until he reaches the point that he might be killing every day. He is, I think, "addicted" to murder. Like any other drug, he gets the excitement and euphoria at first by killing only occasionally--but it takes more of the "substance" to give him that high as time moves on. He becomes more and more "addicted." These are classic SERIAL KILLERS: Ted Bundy, Harveny Carignan, Randy Woodfield, Gary Ridgway, John Wayne Gacy, . . .
The MASS MURDERER is the kind of killer who kills a large number of people in one incident. These are the killers who go into businesses where they've been fired or have a grudge, the post office murders, etc. They are almost always suicidal and usually die by their own hands or by policemens' guns during the incidents. The killers are often insane--driven by paranoid fantasies. There is only one incident--a tremendous tragedy--and they are done.
SPREE KILLERS: These are a kind of terrible blending of the first two types. They suddenly explode and over a two or three week period, kill almost every day. Like the serial killer, their victims tend to fit a pattern. They take more and more chances as they prowl America, searching for victims--often in shopping malls. They usually die at the end of their killing spree. Christopher Wilder was a Spree Killer, (he kidnapped and murdered pretty young would-be models, in a murderous sweep from Florida to California and back east, ending in a shoot-out on the New Hampshire-Canadian border) and so was Andrew Cunanen (the man who killed designer Gianni Versace) in South Beach near Miami. Cunanen started in California and killed mostly gay males as he headed east and then south. Both of these men died at the end of their spree.
We used to call everyone who killed a lot of people a "mass murderer" but that is only true of the angry people who enter a work place and kill everyone who gets in their gunsites.
On the Cinnamon Brown question, the woman by that name who is mentioned in a Google Search and is involved in an east coast shooting, is NOT the Cinnamon I wrote about in If You Really Loved Me. I have heard that the Orange County Cinnamon lost her husband to suicide last week--but I have found no details at this point.
I've had a lot of email lately from women who are worried because their husbands/boyfriends think they are weird and warped because they enjoy reading true crime. Please discuss. :*)
We know that isn't true.
It's the first day of spring, and the weather comes in constantly different waves--bright sunshine, pelting rain, fog, wind, sunshine again, and here come the clouds and rain. I can watch the storms sweep across Puget Sound outside my window. The trees are still stark and grey branches etched against the sky, but the bushes below are that lovely bright green of new growth, dotted with tiny blossoms of wild currants, wild plum and cherry, and blackberries. I have one brave ranunculous with two saucy red blossoms, some daffodils, hyacinths and daffodils that survived because I put them in planters where the moles can't get them. I can see that I've lost several geraniums--that made it all the way through until the final hard freeze in late February. Sad--but I couldn't drag them all into the house, and I don't have a garage.
It's the kind of weather that looks lovely from the inside, but it chills my bones when I step out into it. It's not that warm, yet.
My raccoons just up and disappeared in December. I hope that they're just hibernating--do they do that? I miss them, as naughty as they are. Soon, the sea lions will be back, hooking their flippers together and "cruising" the Sound in circles of four or five. And usually we get some pods of whales passing through. I'll miss a good part of the Northwest Spring while I'm in Georgia, but I know it's beautiful there, too.
Pleas send suggestions of bookstores you like in the Atlanta area? I'm trying to set up signings and Q &A sessions now for the month I expect to be there. It has to be someplace large enough to hold a good number of readers--but it doesn't matter if it's an independent store or a chain.
I'm going to run now and get at least five pages written today before naptime creeps up on me. I'm feeling a lot better, but I'm still kind of tired, and still coughing some.
Love,
Ann
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| Posted by Ann on Tuesday, March 21, 2006 at 15:16 |
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Hi gang,
I'm feeling quite a bit better today--no fever for about 36 hours, no more coughing up blood, but I'm so tired. . . This morning I decided that it might be nice to make oatmeal cookies--with choc chips, nuts, coconut, dried cranberries (really good!) and other surprises in them. Well, by the time I dragged all the ingredients out to the counter, I realized I was too tired to bake cookies. I just left all the stuff on the counter, and I'll try again tomorrow. After not wanting anything to eat, I'm at the stage where something sounds really good to me--until I heat it and dish it up, and then it isn't what I wanted at all. Have worn the same nightgown and cardigan sweater for five days, and my "bed hair" looks like a fright wig. I overslept this a.m. and forgot to disarm the alarm in my house and cabin, and my poor contractor opened the cabin door and just about had a heart attack when the alarm started to wail, and Lucy started to howl. I got out of bed in a very short time and turned it off. And then I crawled back in. I have decided that I won't try to do anything creative until Monday. It's tabloid day so I have lots to read that doesn't tax my mind or my bleary eyes. Either Britney S. is pregnant, or all that junk food had really turned her little trim body into a matronly one. She could lose a lot of unnecessary weight by tossing Kevin Federline out of her life!!!
I'm shocked to hear about Cinnamon's problems. She has not had much chance at a happy life. I hope that she will be able to lift her chin and go forward.
Georgia Mary, are you the gal who wrote to me years ago about visiting on Death Row at Raiford Prison? Actually, I thought it was a woman who was visiting a friend's son. She said Ted's daughter was named "Rose" and looked just like him. I have always avoided knowing where she and Carole Ann Boone were living--so I would never accidentally let it slip out to anyone int he media. They have enough problems, and at least they deserve privacy. There was another little girl who looked on Ted as her father--and that was "Meg's" five-year-old daughter--the woman who was Ted's faithful girlfriend in Seattle. I wish them all happiness, because none of what he did was their fault.
My friend and fellow writer, Donna, would be glad to help me out--but she lives about 60 miles away, and she has a tight book deadline, too. Plus, she's kind of allergic to all the critters I have here and I don't want her to start coughing and wheezing or break out in a rash. As hard as I try to keep the dogs clean, they head for the beach and some mud or something really icky to roll in. . I'll see Donna when we leave for Georgia on April 15th when we "run away from home" to go to the trial there.
When I can, I want to put more photos in the gallery, but, first, I have to finish No Regrets.
About the differences in the names of Diane Downs's married lover, the postal carrier whom I call Lew Lewiston, some sources give his real name. But I try to save people from embarrassment if I can. If you see an asterisk (*) next to a name in my book, that means I have changed it.
Yes, I know that there are sites on the Internet that say how innocent Diane Downs is. But she isn't. She does have an uncanny ability, however, to convince people who don't understand the real evidence that she is blameless. Her strongest supporter is someone in Germany who seems to believe everything she says, and who blathers on about "lies" I have told. Because I do know the truth, and I've seen a room full of evidence, attended her trial for weeks, interviewed her, etc. etc., I wasn't swayed by her big stories, but I can see how someone far, far away might fall for them. Look at all the men she has bewitched through the mail. I run into some whenever I'm on a book tour.
If anyone comes on to ask what books are next, please stand in for me and tell them to look on the rest of this website? And there are so many questions answered on these pages that almost all the regular answers are already there. I've tried to keep them there under FAQ
s and in my bio or newsletter sites.
It's really getting tired out, so I'm going to call this good for tonight. I am so sorry to hear about the troubles so many of you are having, but we all know that there are so many prayers circling around here and we always have room for a few more.
One more answer to a question: Yes, there are many killers and rapists and arsonists that come from good families. I'm afraid there's no social class, no degree of wealth, no ethnic group that avoids that. Sociopaths and sadistic psychopaths come to all kinds of families. Early diagnosis helps, and quick treatment--but that isn't always easy to come by.
For those of you who are afraid of someone you're dating or living with or married to, please go to www.google.com and enter Domestic Violence and your Geographical area in the search slot. There is help all over. And PLEASE don't move in with a man unless you have given your relationship some time. There are charmers out there who are married to several women at once. Or men whose former wives could tell you some horror stories if you took the time to do a background check!
If you have lost someone you love to murder, and you feel that the police aren't working on it, don't be so sure. There are things they just can't tell you about their investigation if they hope to get their search warrants and their arrest warrants. So trust them if you can. If you really, really think your local police are mishandling a case, you can always write to the Attorney General's Office (Criminal Division) at your state's capitol city. Their job is to help the police and to "police" the police.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Ann
www,annrules.com
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