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| 4/27/05 |
10:30 p.m. in Seattle on Wednesday night.
I am thinking tonight that no one ever runs out of things to worry about--especially when you have a family. I used to think that as you grew older, all those worries would evaporate, but they never do. Anyone else noticed that? Your little kids get sick, and then your big kids get sick. As we get older, our own bodies play dirty tricks on us. I think the first warning is when the newspaper print gets blurry unless you hold it a couple of feet away. I was shocked when that happened to me! One of the prime ailments for writers is arthritis. We spend so much time hunched over our computers, and even though we know that we should get up and run around and do jumping jacks every hour, we forget to do that. I especially forget to do that when I get totally fascinated with the way a true story is evolving in a book. Sometimes, it's three hours before I remember to stretch. And when the weather changes, as it is now, my joints remind me of that! And no more Vioxx or Celebrex to take the edge off. I sure miss those Cox 2 Inhibitors and I bet a lot of you do, too!
The tide was minus 2.5 feet in front of my house today--just acres of sandy bars exposed. Willow and Lucy had a wonderful time meeting up with other dogs on the beach and running until they dropped. I was disappointed to see that both my apple tree and my cherry tree bloomed and the blossoms dropped while I had pneumonia. I didn't get to have even one sprig in the house to enjoy. The apples are growing more abundant, but the birds eat all the cherries. I've yet to taste even one! The Dutch iris--both purple and yellow--are up and huge this year, and everything that was perennial is returning. We had a remarkably warm winter. I'm ready to haul all the geraniums that wintered in my living room back out on my deck. They would have survived out there, but you never know for sure. Just when you think you were smart to leave them out, there's always been a February snow storm and the poor things freeze.
It was interesting to talk with the corrections officers and medical staff of the Oregon prison system when I gave a talk on Saturday. I have had occasion to visit a lot of jails and prisons when I went to talk to convicted felons. I've never liked being behind bars because I am just claustrophobic enough to feel a little panicky when I hear doors locking behind me--even though I know I'll be able to get out in an hour.
Coffee Creek, the Oregon Women's prison facility, where Liysa Northon (Heart Full of Lies) is serving her sentence, has over 1000 convicts, more than the prison was originally designed to hold. I mentioned to a Corrections Officer how I would hate windows I couldn't open, and she said, "The cells don't have windows--just walls."
It has always been a mystery to me why anyone could risk losing their freedom to commit a crime. Again and again, I ponder the thought of so many people who had almost everything one could want in life--and they threw it away--trying to get money, for revenge, out of anger, to be free of someone they no longer loved--for all the myriad reasons people kill other people. After all these years, it still makes no sense to me. Liysa had paradise in Hawaii and paradise in Bend, Oregon, and now she has a cell with no windows. So did most of the other people I've written about who were convicted on murder charges. All they had to do was just walk away form a situation or a person, but, instead, they committed murder. And they threw not only their victims lives--but their own lives away! Not to mention the guilt that most of us would feel over taking another human being's life.Of course I understand intellectually that most of these killers feel no guilt or empathy at all, but emotionally it's always been impossible for me to truly deal with that.
I had a very successful day yesterday in Port Orchard as I looked through the records that were public information on the case I'm writing in Worth More Dead. All the court clerks were extremely gracious and I found information that filled in all the blank spots I had in the manuscript. Port Orchard is a lovely little city, population a little over 8,009, with a hill sweeping down to the harbor. Beautiful place to live--or to visit.
I found yesterday that I have over 6000 emails on my computer, most of them answered. That may explain why my computer is running so slow/ From here on out this year, I know I won't be able to keep up because I'll be going to trials AND writing. If I don't answer an email you have sent me, please know that I did read it, and just got overwhelmed with the volume of mail before I could answer. I arrange my email in big stacks, always believing that I will find the time to answer each one thoughtfully, but there are not enough hours in the day. That worries me a lot--that people think I am not appreciative. But I am. And the people with problems--particularly Domestic Violence issues--please understand that there just is no way I can investigate your situations and help you. Please go to http://www.google.com/ and enter Domestic Violence in the search slot to find avenues of help.
I do intend to do a complete update on the section of this website where I bring you the latest news on people in earlier books. Bear with me?
Once again: no Scott Peterson, BTK, JonBenet books. They have all been overcovered, or they will be. And I cannot bear right now to write another serial murder book. Green River, Running Red, cost me a lot in emotional reserves because it was so sad to research and write.
I won't be doing any more speaking or signing--at least until November, 2005. I'll be in trials in Georgia or home writing. I miss traveling around and meeting readers, but if I go out on the road, my books don't get written.
Cross your fingers and say a small prayer for me tomorrow? This is my fourth nomination for an Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America in the non-fiction true crime division. I've never won. I'm not ashamed to say that I really want that statuette of Edgar Allen Poe. I can't be in New York tomorrow night because I'm still recuperating, but maybe that will be the way to actually win the Edgar. I should know by tomorrow night!
I'm sure something exciting must have happened around here--maybe not--but I can't think of it right now. Hope you are all doing well, and again I thank you for the dozens of emails of support!
Goodnight for now!
Ann |
| Posted by Ann on Wednesday, April 27, 2005 at 23:11 |
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| Back from Oregon! |
So many of you have rushed to my defense after I got the email from "Janine," which I quote in earlier pages of this weblog. I am really overwhelmed by your kindess and having you all come to bat for me on the Guest Book or in emails to my other location: AnnieR37@aol.com. Thank you. It's meant a lot to me.
As for the pneumonia, I think I'm almost all better. No coughing. But some persistent fatigue which my doc warned me about. I flew down to Portland Friday and gave two talks. The first was to the medical staff of the Oregon Correctional system, so I figured what better group to speak to if you were feeling puny? They were great, and I enjoyed my six plus hours with them. Then, on Sunday, I made up--I hope--to the Homeword Bound organization, a group that provides affordable housing for low income families. I was supposed to speak at a banquet a few weeks ago, but, as you know, with my high temp and coughing, I couldn't go to the mailbox--much less to Oregon!
It's great to be home, and back to full-time writing on Worth More Dead. People ask me which part of my job I like best, and it's hard for me to decide. I love the actual writing. I really enjoy the research, and I also love going out and meeting readers. I think I have the perfect career!
I hear from your emails that I have lots of rocks coming for my fireplace in my new house. I can hardly wait to see the collection from all over America and even overseas. Everytime I sit by that fireplace, I will think of my readers from all over the world. Anyone who wants to send one, think 'roundish, about as big as a man's fist." Your name will be on the plaque next to the fireplace.
My mailing address is P.O. Box 98846, Seattle, WA 98198.
Tomorrow, I'm going to visit a courthouse near here to read the case file on one of the stories in my new book. Writing true crime is a little like a treasure hunt. I begin every book--still--worrying that I will never find out enough information to present a complete story. And I always end up with more information than I can get in one book. But I always worry. If you are writing non-fiction, remember that you have to believe in yourself, figure out ways to find information, remember to protect the privacy of the innocents involved, and go for it.
It's only 10 and I am a night-owl, but I'm still playing catch-up--so Lucy, Willow, Fluffbutt, Beans, Buns, and Toonces and I are going off to bed.
I will try to write more tomorrow. And thank you again for being so supportive and positive!
Ann |
| Posted by Ann on Monday, April 25, 2005 at 21:50 |
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| Thursday night |
Thursday night, late.
Hi everyone! I'm very happy to say that I'm beginning to feel really good--not withstanding the aches and pains in the joints that are occupational hazards to writers who spend their lives bent over computers, and forget to get up every hour and stretch and run around!
I've been just overwhelmingly grateful for the dozens of you who sprang to my defense after the email from Canada. Canadian readers were especially embarrasse by Janine's comments. Thank you all so much! I will just have to grow tougher hide.
For the gal who wrote asking why no one ever wrote about the Green River Killer, I hope a lot of you will explain to her that I spent all of last year writing about him, and Green River, Running Red is out there for her to read all the details.
The sad news is that Julie Welflen of Spokane County, Washington is still missing. I was hoping that including her story in Kiss Me, Kill Me would spark someone's memory who might have some information. So far, no luck.
I am back to writing 8-10 pages a day, my usual output, and I feel good about that. I've had so much valuable input on the cases I'm working on after I asked for help on this website. The Internet is a remarkable tool for getting in touch with people all over the world. I used to spend half my life in a homicide unit somewhere or in the periodical room at the library, going through old newspapers. The information was always there, but it was so much harder to find 20 years ago. For those of you looking for public records of crimes, remember that you can ask your local District Attorney (or the D.A.'s office where a crime may have occurred) for whatever records are available to you under the Public Information Act. Getting police records and files, however, is a bit more difficult--and almost impossible in unsolved cases. They have to keep their investigations secret until someone has been arrested and convicted.
Lately, I've had about double the amount of email from battered woman or those who are afraid of their partners. Remember: you can always go to www.domesticviolence.com and find an 800 number to call to ask for guidance and help. If he hits you and then apologizes with flowers or candy or a declaration of his undying love, the chances are good he will hit you again. You deserve better. Please realize that!
The woman who asked where Ted Bundy was in the fall of 1975? He was arrested in Salt Lake City in late September, and held in jail after October 1. He was released on bail and returned to Seattle for the holiday season (Thanksgiving and Christmas of 1975-76) He was followed constantly by detectives in Seattle during this time. Ted didn't have blond-brown hair; his hair was medium to dark brown and very wavy. But remember, he wasn't the only man out there trolling for victims. And there are still men looking for victims now. Keep yourself alert and don't take anything a complete stranger says to you at face value. I want so much to run out of cases to write about. I want you all to be safe!
Tomorrow, I'm flying to Portland to give two talks--one for the medical staff of the Oregon Correctional system, and the other for Homeword Bound, which provides help with low cost housing for people who need a hand. I had to postpone that trip last month.Then I should be home writing and getting ready to go to the Bart Corbin trials in Atlanta in a few months.
I got a very precious gift yesterday. Seattle's Public Safety Building that housed the Seattle Police Department when I was a 20-year-old rookie, and for all the years that I have covered true crime cases, is being torn down. It was new and modern when I was a young cop, and now neither the building nor I are in quite as good shape as we once were. :*) I hate to see it go, but thanks to Homicide Detective Tina Drain, I have a piece of the marble from the foundation. It will go in my garden or maybe in my office. It will carry with it the memories of some wonderful police officers and old friends I met in the Public Safety Building. So many of my dearest friends are gone now, dying too soon from the stress of protecting the public. I kind of feel their spirits in my block of marble.
Well, it's time to wander off to bed. I'll be back here, I hope, on Monday night and tell you about my trip to Oregon. Haven't been anywhere for a month, so it's kind of fun to think of actually seeing PEOPLE again!
For those of you who haven't read my daughter Leslie's books, I hope you will read either Coast to Coast Ghosts or Ghosts Among Us. She investigates ghost stories the way I research true crime cases, and she has come up with some remarkable tales. Mary Higgins Clark has her daughter, Carol Higgins Clark, to carry on her style of fictional mysteries, and I have Leslie Rule who creates her own kinds of true life stories. She also takes wonderful pictures, something I never did get the hang of.
Good night,
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| Posted by Ann on Thursday, April 21, 2005 at 22:40 |
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| Response to questions |
First of all, my thanks to all of the many readers who stood up for me in the face of "Janine's" comments. You really did make my day. I'm afraid people like Janine speak or write before they think, and judge before they know the facts. Of course, I keep some of the money I make from writing books. This is my only source of income--my job, as it were. I have raised five children on my own for 30 years now, beginning with a very low income from the few articles I could sell. Today, I support 12 people other than myself, and many charities. But the details aren't important. And they would invade peoples' privacy.
Anyway, thanks to all of you who posted and/or wrote.
The only way I have of answering questions posed on my Guest Book is to put the answers here. I have no way of knowing what your email addresses are, and I don't want you to put them on the Guest Book--for your own safety.
Regarding this post from yesterday:
"Comments by Deb on Sunday, April 17, 2005 at 11:58 IP Logged
I have been a great fan of yours and of your interesting books. I remember back in 1973, while attending Oregon State University, seeing a missing persons poster of a pretty,dark long-haired girl. Needless to say, it scared me because I had the same look as this young woman.(Of course, we all looked the same back then with our long, straight hair). Anyway, within the next few months, I heard from a sorority sister about her frightening encounter with a guy with an arm cast, driving a yellow VW bug. He had approached her to help him one evening as she walked back to the sorority from a night class. Fortunately, she was able to run away from him. All the girls who heard this couldn't believe it, since this girl tended to embellish her stories. Years later, I recalled that story with all the media attention of Ted Bundy at that time.
Now, 32 years later my daughter who is a sophomore at OSU has shared stories from her friends who live in Sackett Hall(the same hall where the missing girl lived). Rumors have it that the girl was taken down to the boiler room in Sackett Hall by Ted Bundy who proceeded to rape her, etc. leaving her locked up to die. It has been said that the girl tried to claw her way out as her fingernails came off, and there are visible signs that the air vent was dented in, and scratch marks were seen. Now, I know this is heresay, however, I would like to know if this girl was actually one of Ted Bundy's victims; if so, the OSU authorities did a great job of covering it up, since I have heard nothing about this incident until my daughter told me 32 years later!!!!
Keep up your great works!!!!
United States "
This is, I am sure, a story that has grown over the years to become a folk tale. Yes, Ted Bundy did kidnap and kill one coed from Oregon State University. Kathleen Roberta Parks disappeared near the student union building in Corvallis in May, 1974. She had left Sackett Hall to walk to the student union, and she was upset because she had just learned that her father, in California, had suffered a heart attack. It was in the evening, and Kathy Parks never came home. A year later, her skull was found on Cougar Mountain east of Seattle, close to the skulls and/or bones of several of Ted's other victims. This part is all true.
The part about the coed raped in Sackett Hall? I don't think so. I, too, lived in Sackett Hall once, and so I paid particular attention to the research I did about Kathy Parks's abduction and murder. Ted didn't drive a yellow VW bug; he drove a tan bug. There was never any information in police files about his raping or attacking any other girls in Corvallis.
All colleges seem to have urban myths that SOUND true, but cannot be traced back to the source. The Bundy/
Sackett Hall story is one of them.
Still, anyone who sends a daughter off to college needs to warn her about being extra careful. There is a tendency when you live in a dorm or walk on campus that you are somehow safe because you are so close to other people. Girls need to keep their dorm doors locked, to walk in pairs after dark, and to be just as cautious as if they were walking on city streets. 35 years ago, Ted Bundy took most of his victims on campuses in the Northwest. Ted has been dead for 16 years, but there are other dangerous men out there. Have your daughters read The Stranger Beside Me, Lust Killer, the I-5 Killer or some of my other books about good-looking, friendly, killers. They may not listen to you because "Moms are dumb and worry too much about everything," (My own daughters felt that way) but most teenagers do believe what they read in my books.
Teach your daughters to scream, kick, run, and put up a big fuss if anyone tries to grab them. Have them carry pepper spray and teach them how to use it. The most important thing you can do for them is to teach them to be prepared to recognize danger INSTANTLY. Then, they will have a fighting chance.
All my best,
Ann
AnnieR37@aol.com
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| Posted by Ann on Monday, April 18, 2005 at 16:18 |
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| Sunday night |
Hi everyone,
I'm sorry to have been so non-communicative, but the pneumonia totally took away my energy. I AM getting better, and I've tried to use what pep I have to work on Worth More Dead. Some days, it's only three pages, but other days I can do 9 or 10. Went back to the doctor, and she said that I shouldn't expect to feel "normal" for another three weeks because it takes six weeks altogether to snap back from pneumonia.
Right now, my ribs hurt from coughing. I can write for about an hour, and then the really ache and I have to go lie down for a while. Dammit!!!
Here is a post on my guest book. It probably won't be there much longer because my webmaster and I agreed that there was no reason for us to provide a platform for people to write really mean things about me. They can always find somewhere else to post their opinions. Contrary to what some people might think, it does hurt me to read emails and posts like this one:
"Comments by Janine on Sunday, April 17, 2005 at 13:19 IP Logged
Ann,
I must say that I am fairly interested in criminology, and topics related to this. I have read several of your novels, and have to congradulate you on the detail. However, I do have a problem with your novels. I do not believe that it is right, or fair, to profit from this horrible accounts. If you wish to continue selling these 'horror stories' I hope that you will have feel some remorse, for the people who are represented in the events. I believe that the only just thing to do in the case would be to donate at least half of your accumulation to help solve other murders, or find missing persons. If the only thing that you are doing by writing these stories is taking in the cash, I suggest you find a priest, for that is the most corrupt thing a person could do. Though I do appreciate what you have done in the past of your life, I feel that you should give back what you are taking from others lives. I regret if what I have said comes across offensive, but it needed to be said. Please take what I have mentioned into consideration. Thank you for your time.
Canada"
Oh my goodness! I have to wonder how this person can judge me. She has no idea of what I give to victims, victims' support groups, domestic violence support groups, or dozens of other charities. She has made up her mind that I so wicked that I must seek out a priest and repent at once.
Because I know the truth of what I share with victims, I have no feelings of guilt, and, even so, I am appalled that anyone can feel free to be so judgmental when they don't know the facts.
In the beginning, more than 35 years ago, I questioned my own motivation and worried that I would become tough or uncaring. I sought counseling, and I prayed about it. I know now that I am doing what I was meant to do with my life and whatever talent I have been given.
The older I get, the less I judge others. We never know what pain and troubles other people endure, and it would be an insult--as this post was--to assume that we know the answers and what is right and just.
I've missed writing on this weblog, and I think I'll be back almost every night from now on.
I realized when I read back over my requests for information that I had the name wrong of the nurse who was a homicide victim. Her name was Debbie Swiegart, and she worked at Overlake Hospital in Bellevue, Washington. If anyone remembers her, or worked with her, I would really appreciate hearing from you. My email is AnnieR37@aol.com
The rock shipments for my one-day fireplace have slowed to a trickle. I hope to build a fireplace made of rocks from my readers around America and the world. Think ONE fist-sized round rock. And, by all means, send it by the cheapest postage possible to me at P.O. Box 98846, Seattle, WA 98198. I will have a plaque on the fireplace listing the names of the readers who sent rocks from their hometowns!
Willow, Lucy, Fluffbutt, Bunnie, Beanie, and Toonces are off to bed, hoping to write 10 pages tomorrow!
Thanks for understanding,
Ann
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| Posted by Ann on Sunday, April 17, 2005 at 22:36 |
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| Saturday Night |
Saturday Night.
Every day I feel a little bit better! Still get winded going up and down 25 steps, though.
I see that there are a lot of silly ads and nonsense messages on my Guest Book. They seem to come in bunches. My webmaster will get them off as soon as she can.
Just a reminder I have to put in every so often. If you have a question about someone who was in an earlier book of mine, please go to the Home Page of www.annrules.com and click under Updates. Usually, you will find your questions have already been answered there.
Some of the more recent news: From AND NEVER LET HER GO, Tom Capano has been given a new execution date--in June, 2005, but he will probably manage a few more delays.
Maureen Blackthorne, the wife of Allen Blackthorne, the master murder plotter in EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, has been convicted of Tax Fraud, and will begin her prison sentence of one year and one day in June. (She sold Allen's stock in the muscle stimulator company, but didn't pay any income tax on her profits.) The pink mansion is up for sale. I'll cover more of this in my forthcoming newsletter.
SMALL SACRIFICES Christie, Diane Downs's oldest child, is all grown up now, married, and has a new baby boy, Both she and Danny have made their adoptive parents very proud. Diane is in prison near Chowchilla, California. Her first parole hearing will probably be about 2010.
I will try to have a lot more updates in the newsletter, which I am writing now. I am trying to walk a fine line between letting you know how the victims in earlier books are doing, where the convicted people are, and giving the victims their privacy. One thing I have learned is that the old saying "What goes around comes around" IS true. Although sometimes it seems that justice is not being served, all in good time it will be.
As I sign off for an early bedtime, I want to remind young women--and those not so young--once again to be cautious about choosing a boyfriend or a husband. Watch to see how he interacts with your family and your friends. If he wants to keep you all to himself, be very wary. If he is jealous, that doesn't necessarily mean that he loves you. If he is proud of what you accomplish for yourself, that's great. If he resents your triumphs, be careful. If you can find out how he treats his mother, his former girlfriends or wives, do it. Abusive men rarely change their patterns. They make great early impressions but their insecurity and possessiveness soon shows through. If he hits you once, he will hit you again--no matter how much he apologizes. If your gut instinct is to run away, please run away before you get trapped.
Every email I get, and I get so many from frightened women, I wish I could re-wind their clocks and give them a chance to start over. But that usually isn't possible.
For every woman who makes excuses for the batterer she goes back to saying, "But I love him and I know he'll change," there is another woman who dies at the hands of a man she "loved."
Two dozen women wrote to me this month saying they want to write a book about their lives with abusers so that they can warn other women. I cannot help write those books, but you can write them if you just need to get your story out. Sadly, there are probably too many books on this awful subject for them all to find publishers. The books I do write are usually about the women who didn't get away. Please listen to me and listen to the advice of your friends and relatives who may be able to spot danger before you recognize it.
Goodnight,
Ann
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| Posted by Ann on Saturday, April 09, 2005 at 21:07 |
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| Friday Evening |
Friday, April 8th:
I'm still getting better from my pneumonia, but I'm amazed at how it can just knock the stuffing out of you! All the symptoms are gone now but a cough and a loss of appetite. THE latter is NOT something I usually suffer from. Starting tomorrow, I've vowed to spend at least an hour a day writing. Since my regular writing days are eight or nine hours long, I probably won't progress nearly as fast as I want to--but it's a way to start back on my life and slowly build up some stamina.
The first of the rocks for my "Ann Rule Readers' Fireplace" have arrived. I'm really embarrassed to see how much the postage was. Please send only one rock (roundish, about as big as a man's fist. All colors and types, of course, to represent the geology where you live. But don't go broke on the postage! I'm having to jump through hoops with our local city planning commission to get the building permits I need--something that probably happens wherever you live, so my hope that we can start building this summer may be a little too optimistic. In the meantime, all rocks will be saved--with identifying markers for your name and where they came from. I'll have a plaque made that lists all the names to put on the hearth when the new fireplace is done--AND the house that goes around it!
The first to weigh in (literally!) with three rocks from Campbell Creek in Anchorage, Alaska, was Jan! Thanks, Jan. Jan's rocks have some interesting "veins" and brilliant flecks of mica stone in them. Second was my friend Bev Morrison of Henderson, Tennesee. These are Tennessee Sand Rocks, and they look to have a lot of iron in them. I'm enjoying the stories that go along with the rocks almost as much as the rocks themselves. One of Bev
s donations weighs so much I could barely lift it! Again, I don't want to drain your bank account for postage, so one is enough!
My son, Mike, has started to look at me funny now when each mail brings a really heavy package, and I say, "Oh, Good! More rocks!" Luckily, he is a weight lifter!
Fluffbutt, my part-Himalyan, 18-year-old cat, continues to be the sweetest critter there is when someone is sick. He is keeping a close eye on me. This morning, I let Lucy and Willow out to go to the beach and do what dogs must do. And the naughty girls took off. I had to go looking for them, and finally they came running down the road with their tongues lolling out and smiling as if to say, "Look what WE did!" They know they aren't supposed to do that,but Willow will follow Lucy anywhere.
On another subject, I'm happy to say there are more and more excellent organizations to help people who have lost family members and friends to crime. I'll print a completel list when I'm feeling better, but two of the best places to contact if you are dealing with an unsolved crime are: www.realcrimes.com , started by Lois Duncan Arquette and her husband, Don, after they lost their daughter Kait, 18, in a drive-by shooting in Albuquerque. They have made this site available to others who are seeking answers. Or maybe you can help solve some of the mysteries there.
Also: The National Center for Missing Adults (NCMA) For information: info@missingadults.org
For the dozens of victims of domestic violence or stalking who write to me, please go to www.google.com, and enter Domestic Violence in the search slot for the closest help to you. I wish that I could give you all the help you need, but I can't.
Remember that you are never alone, even thought it seems that way sometimes.
All my best,
Ann
www.annrules.com
or AnnieR37@aol.com
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| Posted by Ann on Friday, April 08, 2005 at 16:51 |
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| Feeling Better |
Tuesday, April 5:
Many of you have written to send your concern about my health, and I do thank you. Here's the updated report. I haven't been able to get to my computer before now. Last Thursday, I WAS diagnosed with bacterial pneumonia after spiking a couple of 106 degree temperatures, and having all the other symptoms. I started on two anti-biotics Thursday, and they began to kick in about noon on Saturday. Haven't had a fever since sometime on Sunday, and I am so grateful.
I've lost about 12 pounds this week, but I was able to eat a little yesterday and today. Guess it's as good a time as any to have a headstart on a diet. First time I've ever felt lucky that I had a little extra padding to spare so I sure haven't ended up all skinny. :*) I'm taking lots of naps, but I'm finding that I'm pretty week and wobbly--but that's to be expected.
Never had pneumonia of any kind before, and this is a mean bug. Guess I was very tired from traveling too much over too many months, tired than I realized. But I'm going to take some time for me just to have fun from now on.
Don't worry about me! I am on the road back, with the help of some fine cats and dogs, not to mention friends! If you don't see any log entries for a while, you will know why--but I'm doing just fine.
In the meantime, if any of you can answer questions asked about my books or their subjects, please do so by adding those answers to my Guest book. You can be my "substitute" information center for awhile until I feel peppy enough to do it again. I also need to get back to writing, but not for a couple of days!
My best to all of you! And I hope you are all feeling healthy. For those of you who aren't feeling so good, I have new empathy for you.
Ann
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| Posted by Ann on Tuesday, April 05, 2005 at 18:07 |
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