Heart Song

and this song says to you…?

Premonition

by

John Fogerty

I got a feelin’ way down inside
I can’t shake it, no matter how I try
You can’t touch it, you just know
The earth is gonna shake and the wind is gonna blow
Well that’s all right
This premonition is killin’ me
But that’s all right
I must be crazy, I must be seein’ thingsOut on the highway pickin’ up clues
So much is mis-seen , so much to lose

You must be different, been rearranged
Can’t pin it down but I know it’s not the same
Well that’s all right
This premonition is killin’ me
But that’s all right
I must be crazy, I must be seein’ things
(Hit me!)

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep
All of a sudden I got witches in my feet
It’s like waitin’ for, the shoe to drop
I know it’s comin’ but I don’t know where to stop
Well that’s all right
This premonition is killin’ me
But it’s all right
I must be crazy, I must be seein’ things

Well that’s all right
This premonition is killin’ me
But it’s all right
I must be crazy, I must be seein’ things

 

 

Mars Proves It

These guys

and these guys

Made it possible for you to see things like this:

I’m just messing with you…

They REALLY made it possible for you to see this:

AND this

So what are these pictures of?

These are pictures of the North Pole.

On MARS ….

is that amazing or what?

So.

Yesterday we learned that

 on Mars – along with other science stuff- is proof positive that

Smart is SO Sexy.

 ::: visit the Official  NASA site HERE 

Question

A Mortician who once discovered a living person in a morgue  tagged and bagged and ready to be taken to a funeral home.

A Politician.

A man whose son was eaten by a shark right in front of  his eyes.

A Grave Digger with cancer.

A woman who used to be a man.

What do they have in common?

They have all asked me the same question….

Anita Marie…where do you get those weird ideas from that turn up in your stories?

                                                    

Visit Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge HERE

 

A Little Something From The Soul

A very nifty Honor from the Writers Group I belong to.

And you bet I’m honored…and flattered.

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When your read their profiles you will fully appreciate why these particular Soul Food votaries have picked up the coveted Soul Food Laurel Crown. The place just would not operate nearly as well without them.

 You can applaud now folks 🙂

 

Heather

Owner

SOUL FOOD CAFE

In A Word

Serling  

“I think it is criminal that we ( writers ) are not permitted to make dramatic note of social evils that exist, of controversial themes as they are inherent in our society.”

Rod Serling

Return From The Twilight Zone

Serling  

“I think it is criminal that we ( writers ) are not permitted to make dramatic note of social evils that exist, of controversial themes as they are inherent in our society.”

Rod Serling

Last year I was faced with a decision- post a Press Release on my blog about I.C.E. Agents making an appearance in Lynnwood, Washington or use the Press Release as the basis for a story.

I learned how to write like that from Rod Serling.

I caught on to the fact that as a writer you could be as Political as the day is long and not cause too grief to yourself and others – providing  of course the ideas you were expressing were wrapped in a black cape and had fangs. However, being that my husband and I are both Political Activists guess which route I took?

It’s a cliche’ but sometimes you do have to decided which hill to die on.

Only right in the middle of drafting a Vampire Story based on the press  release I wondered what would Rod Serling say about my decision and I thought he’d say: “Hell Anita, this is 2007, what are you doing? We had something called the Civil Rights Movement–  and the Women’s Liberation movement…a lot of people walked a very long way to change our our world. “

So I slammed on my breaks, took a sharp turn and  ” Started my way down an unmarked road- the kind of road  that can only be found in…

The Twilight Zone.”

Since then my blogs- one of which is full of my own ” Twilight Zone ” type stories and other which was at the time a daily journal that was NOT political  has been visited by Homeland Security, The Pentagon and other Government agencies.

 These agencies have gone over stories I’ve written about Vampires, Werewolves, cursed towns and people getting buried alive-  (for some strange reason the Pentagon seemed fond of  visiting a Halloween Greeting I did for my readers with the quote:  “From ghoulies and ghosties and long leggety beasties and things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us!” )

Along with my new Official Type Readers ( who could spend anywhere from 5 minutes to a half hour on one site ) I received e-mails from an employee of a local law enforcement agency calling me a fascist for not running his comments and fake name ( which was misspelled ) on one of the posts and argued his point to be read on my blog by REMINDING me that  ” We ( the police) allow people we arrest to make a statement that is contrary to our reports” (emphasis and underline by a.m.m)

  What I realized after I received the second e-mail  was that my life would not have become somewhat more complicated had I simply taken the I.C.E. Agents and the entire Anti-Mexican issue to the Twilight Zone where I could have turned the entire  rotten lot of haters into Monster Hunters and then bumped them all off  and then immediately had LOTS AND LOTS readers saying, ” Hurray!” ( it’s all about the under dog nowadays…in case you haven’t noticed, that’s a Twilight Zone thing )

After all that’s what Rod Serling did- some of his stories were designed to survive in a ‘ hostile enviorment’- stories like the one Rod Serling wrote about Emmet Till:

 Historians view Till’s case as one of the catalysts of the civil rights movement. Till was a black 14-year-old from Chicago who whistled at a white woman while visiting relatives in Mississippi. The two men accused of kidnapping and brutally murdering Till were acquitted, though they later admitted to the crime… ( AP)

 This is the deal: the two versions Rod Serling wrote about Emmet Till (so that Emmet’s story could at least see the light of day), never made Rod Serling or anybody else very happy. 

Sitting through  those two versions  is like listening to a guitar that’s being played slightly out of tune.

 That’s why I posted  the notices for open public meetings about immigration, the press releases about the I.C.E Agents, and my opinions to what was becoming a despicable situation created by ignorance and intolerance as they stood on my blog.

That was the story and  there was no other way to tell it.

So was it worth it?

I guess that  having a Law Enforcement person screeching at my husband in a public meeting about immigration- where there are armed enforcement people standing all around the room- that my blogs are somehow causing her and her agency some sort of grief is- in it’s own way- a reward.

That’s why on so many levels- from mine as a Writer, a Human Rights Activist, and as a Political Activist – I’m glad that the story whose message about race and prejudice resurfaced now- and that it  has returned from it’s long trip through the Twilight Zone when it did.

It’s time.

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Submitted For Your Approval, Finally. 

ITHACA, New York (AP)

Serling 

More than a half-century after it was twice censored by network television, Rod Serling’s story on the 1955 lynching of Emmett Till and his message about prejudice will finally be told the way Serling wanted.

The original stage script of Serling’s “Noon on Doomsday” will be read Saturday at Ithaca College during a conference on Serling’s life and legacy. The award-winning writer-creator of “The Twilight Zone” taught at Ithaca from 1967 until 1975, when he died.

“Serling seemed to struggle with network and sponsor censorship all his career but I believe his trying to tell the story of the Emmett Till case was the pinnacle of this battle,” said Andrew Polak, the board president of the Rod Serling Memorial Foundation, a Binghamton-based nonprofit group that works to further Serling’s legacy. “This will be the first time the story will be told as Rod intended.”

Historians view Till’s case as one of the catalysts of the civil rights movement. Till was a black 14-year-old from Chicago who whistled at a white woman while visiting relatives in Mississippi. The two men accused of kidnapping and brutally murdering Till were acquitted, though they later admitted to the crime.

Serling tried twice to dramatize Till’s murder and the acquittal of his killers. In both cases, the writer met with sponsor censorship and network interference that diluted his final work, said researchers Tony Albarella and Amy E. Boyle Johnston.

“Serling was one of the first people to write about current events. He was taking a major front-page issue and showing the universal appeal of it and showing our own implications. Today that’s a dime a dozen. But when Serling was doing it, that was shocking,” said Johnston, who’s working on a biography of Serling to be published in 2009.

By the time Till was lynched, Serling was one of the most celebrated writers of TV’s Golden Age and already had written several socially conscious scripts, including “Patterns” (about corporate corruption) and “Requiem for a Heavyweight.” Serling’s Till story was initially accepted and approved by the producers of ABC’s “The United States Steel Hour,” for which he’d already written several well-received scripts.

But when it was reported that Serling was writing about the Till case, thousands of protests poured in, mostly from members of the White Citizens Council, a Southern white supremacist organization, said Johnston.

Serling produced three “Doomsday” scripts. The first two were for the stage, said Johnston. In the original, the victim was a college-aged black man. Serling’s language and descriptions also were more coarse and idiomatic in the original version, she said.

When it ran on television in April 1956, “Noon on Doomsday” was so watered down as to be meaningless, Johnston said.

The location was changed to New England. The murdered person was transformed into an unnamed foreigner. The word “lynch” was excised from the script, as was anything deemed “too Southern” in connotation. The villain was softened to “just a good decent, American boy momentarily gone wrong,” Johnston said.

Two years later, Serling tried again to examine the extreme consequences of prejudice enmeshed in Till’s saga. His new effort was titled “A Town Has Turned to Dust,” and he offered it to CBS for “Playhouse 90.”

But CBS executives again eviscerated the script — changing the central character to a Mexican boy who falls in love from afar with a white shopkeeper’s wife, said Albarella, who’s working on the sixth book of a 10-book series about “The Twilight Zone” called “As Timeless As Infinity.”

Although it received critical acclaim, a dismayed Serling later said, “By the time ‘A Town Has Turned to Dust’ went before the cameras, my script had turned to dust.”

But those experiences, said Polak, help lead Serling to another place — where he was free to explore the darkened human heart by use of allegory and within the context of fantasy: “The Twilight Zone.”

Sage Advice

 

So this person who was in this writing group I belonged to

deleted and destroyed work on a community blog.

She even stole some things from our group and has put them out as her own works.

So to cheer us up I gave them some Sage Advice.

I said:

I’m still here and so is everybody else she screwed with.

Yes Indeed.

Still here.

Writing.

And then I said: 

Somethings you can’t erase – no matter how many times you hit the delete button.

And somethings never change no matter how many times you tap the enter key.

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Delete This You Crazy F#$!!!

Somebody went into a community blog that I belong to and deleted her work.

She deleted other works by other writers

and in the end she left me a quarter of what I actually posted.

That’s not much.

All of my works are stored in other places.

But still.

If she could have, would she have erased me there too?

I believe she would have.

SO 

I think it’s War.

And I take no freaking prisoners.

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It’s For The Best Emalee Cupid

I’ve been thinking about words and ideas and how important they are- so I wrote a story about it.

Enjoy

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Towns and Cities can disappear and die just like people. 

Some small towns disappear because the main highway is moved and that brings on death just as surely as if you sever an artery in you arm or leg or neck.

And some small towns disappear from the world because they want to.

Just like people.

First Down Turn disappeared from road signs and then it disappeared from road maps.

At some point most of the phone lines that fed into Down Turn fell against trees and into ditches with the storms that always hit the Olympics during the Winter and Spring. When the last set of lines came down in 1979 no one from the outside world noticed because by then Down Turn had all but disappeared from the rest of the world.

You’d think that the people living in Down Turn must have planned their escape from the world, that it must have taken them years to figure out how to erase the tracks they left as they moved in and out of Down Turn when they went to work or for drives or on vacations.

Nothing that grand happened in Down Turn.

The town just faded away bit by bit- just like a photograph encased in a frame with a dusty sheet of glass hanging on a wall that takes the sun for hours at a time.

If you lived in Down Turn you wouldn’t have noticed that you were cut off from the rest of the Universe or the main highway which was less then three miles away, after awhile you couldn’t hear the trucks or cars going by when the traffic was heavy anymore.

Nobody noticed.

Emalee Cupid was just like her neighbors and friends and co-workers. She was just like the people who came into the town’s library looking for ‘stories’.

She didn’t question why in over 20 years no children had been born or why no one ever changed their hairstyle or clothing style or had even bought a new car.

Emalee Cupid lived along and worked alone and now that the rest of life seemed to mirror the life she had resigned herself too all she felt was…

calm.

One day, it was probably sometime during the start of the week Emalee was fixing the spine on a Stephen King book and she wondered why no one seemed to be writing new books anymore.

The thought was a whisper but it was loud enough to make her wince and that’s when she turned the book in her hands over and saw that the title which should have read

” Salem’s Lot ” now read ” Alems Ot”

” That’s not right. ” she whispered to herself and she slid her thumb over the title thinking there MUST have been something covering the letters.

But there was nothing there- unless you counted the blank spot where the ” S ” and the ” L ” should have been.

Emalee looked around the library hoping that no one else was there to see her mistake.

How on Earth could she have not noticed that the cover of a book that she- the town librarian- had received to stock herself when it first came out had a huge problem like a type error on it’s cover?

She dreaded what she knew she had to do next.

She opened the book and as she flipped from page to page she saw that here and there the page numbers were missing, that words were misspelled and that in some places even the pen and ink pictures that were under the Chapter numbers were only partially visible.

Emalee went to the door and locked it and in a panic she went from book to book, magazine to magazine and found the same exact problem.

So just after lunch Emalee closed the Library and decided she had better talk to somebody- anybody about this awful thing she had let happen in her own library.

For years she must have been buying defective books with the towns money.

There was no hiding this- she had better talk to the person who hired her and that was the Mayor.

Down Turn’s Mayor was Mr Ferndale- the Mayor also owned the little General Store with the post office in the back and he also owned the garage and gas station just across the street.

His Offices were above the Gas Station and that’s where he was the day Emalee Cupid came in with her four defective books and two atlases with entire countries missing from the colored plates inside.

Mayor Ferndale was on the phone and he smiled as he motioned to Emalee to wait.

It didn’t seem right to Emalee to watch him so she went to the window and that’s when she saw the stop sign on the corner.

It was red- like it should be- only the words STOP were…

” What can I do for you Miss Cupid? ” the Mayor asked.

Emalee pointed out the window and found the words she need were …gone.

” Yes. They’ve been missing for a few days now, but really, I think we all know what to do at a four way corner, don’t you? Besides, it’s not like there’s a lot of traffic out there nowadays.”

Emalee walked to his desk and put the books down. ” The words. ” she whispered ” The words are missing. “

” Yes, it’s been happening all over the place. Mrs Carlyle at the Pharmacy is having quite a time adjusting but she’ll make do.”

” This isn’t right. ” she told Mayor Ferndale, you can’t just make do when words start to disappear.”

” Some of us don’t have a problem with it Miss Cupid. Some of us don’t like the clutter that’s made it’s way into our town and into our lives. And words- they’re nasty beasts. Those little monsters suck the very air out of your lungs before you have a chance to scream ” no ” and the racket they make as they tunnel their way into your brain.

It’s deafening. Deafening and messy.

 Really Miss Cupid- think about it, don’t things seem much more quiet  and orderly now?”

” No it isn’t.” Emalee went to his desk and snatched the books up and held them to her chest.Don’t you get it Mr. Ferndale? Those words aren’t clutter, they’re ideas, they’re dreams, they’re voices and if you take them away.”

” What. ” Mayor Fernadale asked

Emalee turned her full attention to the Mayor, she looked him straight in the eyes and when she did she saw the faintest outline of the bookshelf he was sitting in front of looking back at her.

” You take us away too.” she said to the faint outline of Mayor Ferndale.

” It’s for the best Emalee Cupid. You’ll see, it’s all for the best.”

Political Pointers From The Bones

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I do a lot and I mean A LOT of Political work- it sort of consumes every freaking spare minute of my life- and I have learned that unless you keep things uncomplicated in this process you will wake up one day and find you have aged over overnight and are now friendless.

So here are a few pointers I keep in mind in order to keep things simple.

Pointer #1

DO NOT TALK SMACK ABOUT THE OTHER SIDE.

Got it?

Don’t do it!

Nobody likes a whinny little b*&^ and the minute you go there I promise you will convert nobody- and that’s what you want- as many people on your side as possible.

That business about destroying the other side? Oh sure, that’s going to be great when you need- and trust me you WILL need their support later.

Pointer #2

If your team is ahead it’s time to act gracious and thank those lucky stars for being where you are because at any minute those stars could turn into flaming meteors and end up crashing into a cow pasture somewhere.

Pointer #3

The Media is not your friend. 

Look.

The people in my life who should know that the media aren’t really doing news but STORIES are all writers. Yeah, I’m lost on that too because writers know that in a story you have to have a beginning a middle and an end. You need Villains and Heroes and all that stuff and if you want specifics buy yourself one of those ‘how to’ books about writing.

Oh, this is a good example.

Remember in the movie Jaws?

One guy says that all sharks do is swim around, eat and make baby sharks.

Well, all the media does is tell swim around, eat and try to find a story you’ll buy.

It really is as simple as that.

Those are my pointers.

So.

 Be Civil.

 If you’re the one doing all the talking you’re probably not listening and if you find yourself TELLING someone to support your candidate  instead of ASKING you need to chill out.

That’s it.

See you at the Ballot Box

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