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Angeline Hawkes
I am Ripper…Tearer…Slasher…Gouger.
      
Date Joined Nov 2004
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Angeline Hawkes
I am Ripper…Tearer…Slasher…Gouger.
Date Joined Nov 2004
Total Posts : 110
| Posted 12/5/2007 6:38 PM (GMT -4) | | | | |
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cussedness
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| Posted 12/6/2007 5:01 PM (GMT -4) | | That's extremely young to get used to caffiene. I started drinking iced tea around thirteen and countless sodas. these days I drink two cups of coffee a day, but i make it extra strong. I know I'm dependant upon it, but life would be a sad place without it.
One time I overindulged in coffee and could not sleep. I was wired tired. then I got the clever notion of drinking a couple of screwdrivers to kill the coffee. I did not realize how much I had drunk until I staggered into the filing cabinet and broke my toe. To add insult to injury, this frightened my dog. Levy jumped into the middle of the bed snarling at me. I surrendered the bed to the dog that night and slept on the floor.
Janrae Frank
I have no skeletons in my closet, they are all hanging from the yardarm.
Once there were three brothers, Brandrahoon the vampire, Isranon called the Dawnhand, speaker to spirits, and Waejonan the Accursed, first of sa’necari. Isranon defied his brothers and was destroyed, his descendants forced into the darkness.
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cussedness
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| Posted 12/6/2007 6:39 PM (GMT -4) | | | | |
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Angeline Hawkes
I am Ripper…Tearer…Slasher…Gouger.
Date Joined Nov 2004
Total Posts : 110
| Posted 12/6/2007 7:00 PM (GMT -4) | | | | |
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Angeline Hawkes
I am Ripper…Tearer…Slasher…Gouger.
Date Joined Nov 2004
Total Posts : 110
| Posted 12/6/2007 7:32 PM (GMT -4) | | | | |
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cussedness
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| Posted 12/7/2007 2:53 PM (GMT -4) | | | | |
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cussedness
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| Posted 12/7/2007 3:10 PM (GMT -4) | | Cookies sound wonderful. I was telling Steven about the Great Cookie Raids when I was a kid. At fourteen I took over all the cooking for weekdays and every Friday I baked. I would usually produce about three dozen cookies, two pies, and a cake. Then the relatives would show up on the weekends and eat it all, except what Mama held back for lunches the next week.
I have two half brothers, four step-brothers, and we had eight males cousins living on the same block. All of them younger than I am. They launched many schemes to steal the cookies, some successful and some not.
One day they staged a riot on the front lawn. Fists were flying and I could see it from the kitchen window. So I rushed out to break it up. Just then, my cousin David, ran past us yelling "I got them!"
The fighting and arguing stopped instantly and all the boys raced after David.
The fight had been a ploy to lure me out so he could steal the cookies. He made off with the entire three dozen.
Janrae Frank
I have no skeletons in my closet, they are all hanging from the yardarm.
Once there were three brothers, Brandrahoon the vampire, Isranon called the Dawnhand, speaker to spirits, and Waejonan the Accursed, first of sa’necari. Isranon defied his brothers and was destroyed, his descendants forced into the darkness.
Blood Rites
www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/eBook29989.htm
website
www.janraefrank.com
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crystalwizard
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| Posted 12/7/2007 3:47 PM (GMT -4) | | | | |
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cussedness
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Total Posts : 842
| Posted 12/7/2007 4:23 PM (GMT -4) | | That would have cured them. I did something similar to Papa one time. He was a weekend alcoholic until he retired and then he became a fulltime one. He was so drunk at my birthday party when I turned 17, that it embarrassed me.
He had hidden his bottle in the garage where Mama could not find it, so I watched out my bedroom window until I saw him and my Uncle Joe (also an alkie) go in and get it. once I knew where it was, I went out to the garage and replaced the whiskey with cod liver oil. They were so drunk they had no idea what they were drinking, but had the following discussion that has stuck in my mind.
Papa "tastes like someone poisoned it."
Joe "tastes fine to me. if you don't drink it, I will."
And they drank it all up. The next day, in addition to having hangovers, they had diarrhea. My aunt Mable, Joe's wife, had an uncanny gift for spotting when the villian in the situation was me. She asked me straight out what i had done to the guys. Cornered, I admitted my guilt. They were tickled by it, but I was still grounded.
Janrae Frank
I have no skeletons in my closet, they are all hanging from the yardarm.
Once there were three brothers, Brandrahoon the vampire, Isranon called the Dawnhand, speaker to spirits, and Waejonan the Accursed, first of sa’necari. Isranon defied his brothers and was destroyed, his descendants forced into the darkness.
Blood Rites
www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/eBook29989.htm
website
www.janraefrank.com
Darkzone
www.janraefrank.com/Vanilla.1.0.1/ | | Back to Top | | |
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Angeline Hawkes
I am Ripper…Tearer…Slasher…Gouger.
Date Joined Nov 2004
Total Posts : 110
| Posted 12/7/2007 4:37 PM (GMT -4) | | | | |
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Angeline Hawkes
I am Ripper…Tearer…Slasher…Gouger.
Date Joined Nov 2004
Total Posts : 110
| Posted 12/7/2007 6:30 PM (GMT -4) | | | | |
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cussedness
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Date Joined Apr 2005
Total Posts : 842
| Posted 12/7/2007 6:53 PM (GMT -4) | | I had heaven and hell intermittantly. As long as I was with my grandparents, who I refer to as mama and papa, it was mostly heaven. Despite their flaws, they gave me love, understanding, tolerance, and encouragement. Every time my mother moved back in with us it was hell. Hell became permanent when she married my second step-father and lived close to us.
There are things I can't talk about until I'm certain that the people involved are dead and gone. For instance, i can't say who it was that cut the breaklines on my car and nearly killed me. He admitted it to me, gave me a naughty boy smile, and shrugged. There was nothing I could do about it, and he knew it.
Then there was the time when, in an attempt to break my grandmother's will that left me everything, relatives got me locked up in the loony bin for being crazy. John Steakley and Robert Adams (horseclans novels) got a bunch of other writers and editors to ride to my rescue, and I was sprung on a writ of habeas corpus. John and his friends went everywhere with me as bodyguards until I was finally able to flee to California. That's the main reason I will not return to Texas until i know the people involved are either dead or living in another state.
I have only recently stopped being afraid that certain members of my family would find me again.
Janrae Frank
I have no skeletons in my closet, they are all hanging from the yardarm.
Once there were three brothers, Brandrahoon the vampire, Isranon called the Dawnhand, speaker to spirits, and Waejonan the Accursed, first of sa’necari. Isranon defied his brothers and was destroyed, his descendants forced into the darkness.
Blood Rites
www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/eBook29989.htm
website
www.janraefrank.com
Darkzone
www.janraefrank.com/Vanilla.1.0.1/ | | Back to Top | | |
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cussedness
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Total Posts : 842
| Posted 12/7/2007 8:39 PM (GMT -4) | | I deliberately fell out of touch with John and the rest of the authors i was close to. You see, even though my books regularly make the best seller lists, they are still just ebooks. Small potatoes. I did not want to seem like a beggar on their doorstep.
If I were ever able to get a print deal, then i would start to look people up again.
But John was magnificent. A real hero in John Wayne style when he rescued me. i had to face those same family members who had done that to me several times as the legal actions proceeded and John was there every step of the way. John and his friends would not let those monsters get near me. The year was 1984.
The only ones that made any large sums out of the battle were the attorneys and there was basically nothing left of what Mama had left me within a year of fighting, but at least I got away to California with Sovay who was a year old at the time and had enough to make a modest start over.
My Journey of the Sacred King novels contain metaphorical versions of what happened to me in 1984. It was how I came to terms with it.
Janrae Frank
I have no skeletons in my closet, they are all hanging from the yardarm.
Once there were three brothers, Brandrahoon the vampire, Isranon called the Dawnhand, speaker to spirits, and Waejonan the Accursed, first of sa’necari. Isranon defied his brothers and was destroyed, his descendants forced into the darkness.
Blood Rites
www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/eBook29989.htm
website
www.janraefrank.com
Darkzone
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cussedness
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| Posted 12/8/2007 3:34 PM (GMT -4) | | thanks, Angie. It was a complicated situation. Mickey, my bio mom (Mama's daughter), kept telling me i owed her a child and made several attempts to snatch Sovay with male relatives to back her up. One of them slammed my bad leg into a table so hard that it crumpled. They had come for Sovay and a bunch of Mama's papers. My ex was a slender wuss and could not fight to save his life, but he grabbed Sovay and fled out the back while i was attempting to hold them off. A baptist minister hid them for a day and then helped Hank book a flight to California. Before he could get back to Texas after getting Sovay to safety, they had locked me up. Bjo Trimble watched over Sovay while Hank contacted Robert Adams for advice. Adams suggested getting in touch with John while he made a bunch of phone calls to rally the troops. Then Hank flew back to Texas.
I was not allowed phone calls while i was locked up in the loony bin. My first clue was when the shrink my mother had persuaded to lock me up got nervous, smelling a possible lawsuit, because editors and authors were phoning and faxing and jumping on him. I should have sued. But I was in bad shape from everything that had happened to me and just grateful to go into hiding in California.
Janrae Frank
I have no skeletons in my closet, they are all hanging from the yardarm.
Once there were three brothers, Brandrahoon the vampire, Isranon called the Dawnhand, speaker to spirits, and Waejonan the Accursed, first of sa’necari. Isranon defied his brothers and was destroyed, his descendants forced into the darkness.
Blood Rites
www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/eBook29989.htm
website
www.janraefrank.com
Darkzone
www.janraefrank.com/Vanilla.1.0.1/ | | Back to Top | | |
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