The Other Shoe - NEWSLETTER!

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Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. I am working doubly hard for your attention and support! I have, just now, finished the Very First EDITION of ‘The Other Shoe – NEWSLETTER!’ That’s right, I have just spent the past two days working to take last week’s work and put it into a newsletter for The Other Shoe. I am going to use this newsletter to; put in mailings, hand out in local malls and shopping centers, hand out to residents and any other place I might find to spread the word of my work. Allen has even offered to put some in bags, as he is working as a cashier, at a local department store. I just told him “BE CAREFUL!” I would hate for him to get into trouble at his job.

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Although, the store manager has already met me and offered to “do anything I can to help you, and your fight against cancer…” I would put this into that category! Anywho, I have finished the Premier Issue of this newsletter, and have exported it into a format that I can publish at both blog locations (www.theothershoe.blog.com & www.theothersshoe.wordpress.com ). Now it is just a matter of writing this introduction, uploading the image(s) and publishing this article! I must say, that I am quite excited as I have not written, designed, or published a newsletter since December 1999!

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That was the last time I published the newsletter for Plazawoods Apartments. I; wrote, edited and published that newsletter for the better part of three years. I have always enjoyed the format of newsletters. They allow for great creativity, while reaching people to the extent that my newsletters were on dozens of refrigerators all over my complex! You can reach a lot of people, and give them a great deal of information in a very pleasing and fun format. Now, this is my very first use of this software, and my very first newsletter in more than 14 years.

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So, bear that in mind as you take a look at the Premier Issue of The Other Shoe NEWSLETTER! (page one)

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And Page TWO

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Well My Dear Readers, that is the Premier Issue of The Other Shoe NEWSLETTER! I am still working out costs; postage, ink, paper, time… stuff like that, but I am hoping that just as soon as I have my chemotherapy started? I will be ready to publish this newsletter on a weekly basis. I have to tell you that it has brought back a lot of fond memories, working with the newsletter format, again. I hope that everyone enjoys this break from ‘regular’ articles. Now, if you would like to receive this newsletter (once it is in production) please just get a message of phone call to me and I will get your information to put you on the mailing list.

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That’s all for now. Have a great evening, and I will see you right here tomorrow for… … … ‘The Horror in Smithville’!!! RETURNS!

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Adieu!

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Thank YOU!

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Notes From Behind the Keyboard - July 21st, 2014

Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. My Dear Readers, here I am all ready to start another week of writing and publication. Yet, I am still plagued with problems with my primary blog location at Blog Dot Com! Now, My Dear Readers, I do not mind the work that is needed for writing and publication for my blog. It is a ‘labor of love’! However, the frustration and anxiety that comes with; uploading to have files missing due to ‘504 – Gateway Time-Out’ errors, copy/paste whole articles from Word into the editor program at Blog Dot Com only to have it all disappear due to a ‘502 – Bad Gateway’ error, and my favorite is managing to get the whole article uploaded and images placed all to have it completely disappear and have to start all over AGAIN!

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Already, My Dear Readers, I am racked with anxiety over my oncologist visit, tomorrow. Already, I am gravely concerned by the results of my last C.T. Scan. I manage, the best that I can, to work in spite of the terrible pain(s) and lack of sleep due to my damage to nerve roots, and spinal stenosis (now elevated to “moderate to severe”). As if all that is not enough, in order to keep my word and write and publish for you, My Dear Readers, to read and enjoy I have to continually fight with this darn failing blog!

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I am weak, from not having an appetite. I am really tired, from not getting enough uninterrupted sleep. I have… muddled through for the past month, My Dear Readers, and done my level best to not complain or fail to publish. Today, I deeply and sincerely apologize for not having the… gumption to write and publish an edition of ‘The Mars Report’ today. I am going to have to fight this stupid blog just to get this published. Once that is done, I am going to rest ahead of tomorrow’s long bus rides… and news from my C.T. Scan.

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Alas, My Dear Readers, there is a solution to this problem… well there are two. Let me outline the two ‘solutions’:

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1. 1. Abandon all FIVE HUNDRED articles published here at Blog Dot Com and just publish at the Word Press blog location. I am extremely hesitant to ‘pull the trigger’ on that ’solution’… as any writer might imagine!


2. 2. Garner support (financial assistance) to purchase ‘The Other Shoe’ at dot net, dot com, or other domain. Once I have the domain purchased I would need to have funds for the; web hosting, blog software and any other expenses associated with ‘going it alone’ with The Other Shoe.


3. 3. Just STOP writing and publishing. I included this… because I am being truthful… and even though something would die inside me… this is an alternative.

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My Dear Readers those are the three ‘solutions’ that I can think of… well, that and ‘wait for them to fix this blog… again, and again, and again. Just what I have been doing for the past three years here at Blog Dot Com. Solutions to a problem with growing consequence. You see, My Dear Readers, I do advertise my ‘store’ at eBay. There I put up items of my own… my personal possessions… to sell in hopes of raising money.

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That brings us to the end of this edition of ‘Notes From Behind the Keyboard’. I apologize for the ‘tone’ of this publication. However, this whole… ‘visit to the oncologist’… not knowing what is to come tomorrow. It weighs on me, heavily. I will post, on Facebook, updates throughout the day, tomorrow. If you do not have me on Facebook, and would like to be kept abreast of the events of the day?

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I am Danny Hanning on Facebook and you can look me up, or just click on the embedded link in my name < back there. I will be accepting all ‘Friend Requests’ for the next several days. Now, I am very tired and in a great deal of pain. I am going to rest my neck… rest my head… and just rest.

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I hope that everyone has a good and productive week!

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Adieu!

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Thank YOU!

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FIVE HUNDRED ARTICLES - Part Five - The Horror in Smithville

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.      Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Welcome to this, the Friday edition of, ‘FIVE NUNDRED ARTICLES – A Celebration and Review’! My Dear Readers, when I first started this blog, back in March of 2010, I never imagined that I would be celebrating the publication of my five hundredth article… well, so soon! In just four short years I have written and published, for your entertainment and information, over five hundred articles of all stripes and colors. We have gone to Mars and to the outer reaches of our solar system to the Kuiper Belt and the Oort Cloud.

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I have shared political news and editorials, as well as weekly news from around the world. We have ventured to the furthest reaches of the internet to ‘The Deep Web’, too! All of this, I have done with/for you. Yet, it was not until recently that we took this journey together. A journey of the creative and a journey to the darker side in all of us. Today, we celebrate that journey. The journey to ‘The Horror in Smithville’!

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Now, My Dear Readers, I have always wanted to pen horror. Since a boy, reading horror stories late at night under the covers of my bed, desperate to not have my mother find out just what I was reading. I have yearned to write and publish a work of the horror genre. Today, I can cross that off my ‘Bucket List’! Not only have I wrote and published a work of horror… if I may say so myself… I have delved deep into the dark and murky waters of horror itself.

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As anyone can clearly see, in the very last installment of this tale, I have no problem with bringing a horrific scene to these pages. And yet, if you decide to continue on this adventure with me, “Oh!” the terrors you will see! Today I am going to review the first thirteen episodes of this tale of horrific terror. Then, I am going to share with you, My Dear Readers, a little tid-bit of what is yet to come.

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That’s right, My Dear Readers, at the very end of this article I will include a few paragraphs of what is to come in the horrific journey of Timmy and Archer! So, hold on to your hats and sit back in your chairs, for here comes the first hundred pages of ‘The Horror in Smithville’ all for you!

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• The Horror in Smithville : “Timmy Marref lived on a farm outside Smithville. Smithville was a little town smack dab in the middle of America. Timmy’s father, Kenneth Marref, worked the family farm. As his father did before him, and his grandfather did before that, and his great-grandfather did before him. From what Timmy could gather the Marref’s had worked this land for more than 100 years. Timmy didn’t mind living on a farm. As a matter of fact, more times than not Timmy just downright loved living on the farm.” THIS is how the whole story started. It was March 6^th, 2014 and I was thinking on “what NEW can I bring to The Other Shoe’?” I am always thinking of how to improve the blog, what more series or articles can I bring to you, My Dear Readers, that will bring smiles to your faces and joy to you souls. I, at this point, had written articles about world news, Mars, the Hubble Space telescope, financial inequality, and even some politics here and there. What, pray tell, could I cook up in my little head that might tickle your collective fancy? Then, it hit me, like a ton of bricks coming at my head. The idea of a lifetime landed in my lap. ‘A Horror story meant for young adults! The great thing was, if I wrote it well then adults as well as young people, will enjoy reading the story. That was how it all began, back in March. :0


• The Horror in Smithville – Part Two : “Now Timmy’s Mom weren’t no fool, nor was she born yesterday. Margaret knew Timmy had just been on the phone, for the past half hour, with his best Archer. Margie also knew, and she loved her son Timmy for this, that he was mighty accustom to hug her at any given time. However, Timmy creeping up on her to put his arm around her waist and hug her while she’s frying chicken? That was a sure fire sign that Timmy wanted something, and he wanted it something mighty strong. This made Margie smile ear to ear. She could hardly wait to hear the yarn her son was about to spin. Just in the nick of time though Margie bit her upper lip to make herself stop smiling, right as Timmy looked up into her face with those doleful hazel eyes.” Well, I have said it before, and I will (likely) say it again and again. At this point, the story was nearly writing itself! The characters had come to life, and each and every time I closed my eyes and thought about; Timmy and Archer they began to perform and act right before my eyes. I had the easiest job in the world, all I had to do was watch and write down what they did each day. Even this early in the story the characters of Timmy and Archer had started to leap off the pages of the story. ‘Character Development’ was as easy as letting the boys speak! The plot was a simple one… two young men out for an adventure at Halloween. BAM! It wasn’t until two or three weeks later that ‘The Tall Man’ came to life and the story started developing a ‘Darker’ side.


• The Horror in Smithville – Part Three : “Just as Archer had anticipated, when dinner was served there was; deep fried chicken (at least one chicken if not two), mashed potatoes with a pad of butter still melting on the top of the potato mountain, what looked to be buttermilk biscuits, a gravy bowl filled to the brim with hot and fresh (made from scratch) chicken gravy, and both green peas and corn on the cob. Archer was drooling with anticipation, but before lifting a single eating utensil he gave Timmy’s Mom her much deserved praise.“Everything looks just great, Mrs. Marref! I don’t know which is better, how good it all smells or how great it looks on the table!” This was about the time that the ‘sleep-over’ idea was flowering in my head. The idea of having ‘his’ first appearance not happen during the fateful ride on the Haunted House. How to build the suspense for the ride, how to incorporate character development with a three day long sleep-over. It was in parts two and three that I truly developed the ‘Home Spun’ feel of the story. How I was to take two rual young men, and throw them out of their world of feeding chickens and milking cows and hurl them head long into a world with ‘zombie-wolves’ and the undead. It was, also, about this time that I feel in LOVE with this story and its potential. What was meant to be a really short story, lasting no more than a month, now had the potential to run for several months. Timmy and Archer had found a way into my heart.


• The Horror in Smithville – Part Four : “Lightening filled the room with brilliance that shown like daytime. The room was plunged into darkness, followed by the low rumblings of thunder. The time between the two events, the lightening and the thunder was decreasing. Timmy knew that meant the heart of the storm was yet to arrive. Another flash of lightening, it filled the room. Geeze, it was so bright you could read your math homework with it. It was followed by deepening darkness, then the low rumble of thunder. All the time the sound of the rain, pounding on the back porch and the barn, grew louder and louder. This was going to be a heck of a storm!” To this day I am still unsure just where the lightening storm came from in this story. No where, in the first month’s notes, did I even mention a lightening storm. However, once I wrote it down… once I worked it into the story… and once ‘The Tall Man’ appeared with the storm… well there was no turning back and it felt as natural as a spring rain. You see, My Dear Readers, it was as if; the Carnival, the Haunter House Ride and ‘The Tall Man’ ALL ‘blew into town together’! See how it all just fits? Honest to goodness I am not fibbing when I tell you that it was not originally thought up tied together, it must have just happened one night when the pain robbed me of sleep. Now, looking back? Well, I just cannot see it working any other way. THAT is what makes my job…. A JOY!


• The Horror in Smithville – Part Five : “Standing there, Timmy felt a cool breeze passing under the door. Now, he knew that he and Archer had kept the window in his bedroom closed. As hard as it was raining, outside, an open window would have drenched the bed and sleeping bag. He leaned over to the right, slightly, looking at the space between the bottom of the door and the sill below. Sure enough, there was a light on in the room. It was lighter that what his ‘Adventures of Princess Nadia’ nightlight created, too. Timmy screwed up his courage, wrapped his hand around the doorknob, and turned the knob.” ANOTHER great ‘Behind the Scenes’ story relates to the creation of this, Part Five. You see, Part Five NEVER EXISTED! When I wrote part four, then looked back over it getting ready to write (what is now Part Six)… well, I just did not like how it ended, Part Four. Something was missing. I gave it a great deal of thought… then it hit me! In ending Part Four, the way I did, I have deprived myself of a Grand Entrance for ‘The Tall Man’! Once I experienced that inspiration, well there was no ‘going back’. I simply had to re-write Part Four, and have it segway right into THIS Part Five. Part Five exists solely for the purpose of the introduction of ‘The Tall Man’ to his Protagonist = Timmy. It was all falling into place, just like a prefect shuffle in cards, each person (card) was stacking right on top of the other person (card) to form a ‘dove-tail’ of characters. My Dear Readers, this was not ‘planned’… this just happened to me, and I can never express just how happy I am that it… did!


• The Horror in Smithville – Part SIX : “And we are not talking about a really nice graveyard, eight. This graveyard looked to be from long long ago. The headstones were mostly broken, the names of the dearly beloved long ago forgotten to time. Gnarled trees, leaning half out of the ground, were the only remaining landscaping. Above, the moon hung full in the sky while a deep rolling fog moved over the ground.. It just then that Timmy felt the first deep chill, it was very cold and damp outside.” This, My Dear Readers, THIS is when it all started coming together. In THIS chapter… the MAGIC started happening. Let me explain a little. First, in part six I started interweaving the boy’s reality with their dream world! Things, and people, from one part of their lives began showing up in the other part of their lives! This gave me all sorts of creative opportunities. NEXT? Next the boys were taken to a different dream world! More than one ‘dream world’ freed me up, as a writer, and gave me the opportunity to begin interweaving their “Dream Worlds’! This was a huge gift to me, as a writer… but the best I saved for LAST. In Part Six… I did something that reached off the page! Now, My Dear Readers, if you are a frequent readers then you have (no doubt) hear about my most favorite… my PRIZED novel; ‘The Adventures of Princess Nadia’ book ONE to be ‘The Healing Light’. I have written about this upcoming work for the better part of the past FOUR years. In Part Six, I managed to create a ‘Trademark’ writing dynamic exclusive to Daniel Hanning. IN part Six… I brought Princess Nadia and Alexander into the ‘dream world’ of Timmy and Archer! That’s RIGHT My Dear Readers, it will be a trademark of my writing style that MY characters Cross Over into other literary works of mine! Never before have I read of this being done by another writer. Not only that, but it is not just a chance encounter! That’s RIGHT Princess Nadia and Alexander will have full roles in ‘The Horror in Smithville’ and Timmy and Archer WILL APPEAR in ‘The Adventures of Princess Nadia’! My Dear Readers, when I made this happen on the page… and it WORKED! I was just THRILLED at the possibilities! I am not going to give any spoilers… but this is going to happen… and BIG!


• The Horror in Smithville – Part Seven : “Timmy had directed Archer to climb to the highest branch of the old gnarled tree he could manage. There he would do his best to; bleed, slow down and/or maim as many of these zombie-wolves as possible. You see, that is a common misnomer about archers, and archery, among the larger populous. Archers rarely ‘kill’ someone with an arrow to the heart. Archers are best to bleed your opponents, causing them to slow and reducing strength. Timmy had explained all this, to Archer, as they climbed the gnarled tree.” My Dear Readers, at FOURTEEN PAGES in Word, this Part, Part Seven, is the single LARGEST of all the parts so far. In it I tie together all the new tools, tricks, characters, and ‘trademarks’. I interweave just about every aspect of this story, and this story begins getting dark. By becoming dark the story firmly plants itself into the Horror genre and leaves no doubt to the readers. This is a horror story, and one of a different and terribly original style and feel. This final part, for the first ¼ of the book, sums up Timmy and Archer’s experience in their ‘Dream World’, so far. Now, not only are characters from different IPs showing up in other intellectual properties? Events, and people, from reality are showing up in Dream World (OTHER THAN Timmy and Archer), events are carrying over from one reality to another. Now, I really do not want to tip my hand… I REALLY want you to READ THIS STORY… if you haven’t already… and (here is the REAL problem with reviews) I want to do this without giving away any of the surprises and without diminishing the suspense. However, weighing in at 14 pages THIS part of the story… is monumental! That is why I am taking my time working on, out, Part EIGHT! I do plan on its release TOMORROW… May 8^th, 2014. Barring any totally unforeseen circumstances… like the A/C going out completely… I WILL PUBLISH ‘part Eight’ Thursday may 8^th, 2014.


• The Horror in Smithville – Part EIGHT: “Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Just as promised, I have worked through the night, and most of this morning, to make sure I was able to publish the much anticipated (and slightly tardy) Part EIGHT – ‘The Horror in Smithville’! You know, My Dear Readers, I am really glad that I didn’t promise any particular; plot twists, character changes, plot lines or story lines prior to writing.” Here it IS!! After many readers having waited another week, just to read this episode, here is the much anticipated PART EIGHT of The Horror in Smithville’!!! I am not sharing any spoilers, here today… so if you want to know “what happens”? You will just have to take a few moments and read this great episode, yourself! ENJOY!


• The Horror in Smithville – Part Nine : “Timmy was pale, in color, in his face and arms. Almost like he had been drained of blood. Archer pulled Timmy’s jacket up around his face and over his ears. As Archer’s hands passed Timmy’s face, he felt heat radiating from Timmy’s face. Jeeze! Archer had never felt a fever that hot before in his life. Timmy had to have a fever well over 100 degrees, and he was standing in a foot of snow by the edge of the road. The more Archer thought about it, the more he realized that taking Timmy to school in his current condition was not the best idea.” In this, the ninth episode of the series, we find Archer struggling to get Timmy to school. Honestly, going to school had to have been the single worst idea of young Archer’s life. Yet, if they had stayed at home… well, Timmy’s illness would have been readily apparent and that would lead to too many questions. This way, Archer thought, was the best way to avoid his parents finding out… Finding out that their young son, Timmy Marref, had fallen prey to a bite from a zombie wolf. Archer thought avoiding that confrontation, at any cost, was the best choice. Archer did not know of anyone, at school that would be able to help Timmy, yet something inside him pushed him forward. Little did Archer know that help was there, at the school, just waiting to lend a helping hand.


• The Horror in Smithville – Part TEN: “The final bell for homeroom rang just as Timmy and Archer had sat down in their seats. Timmy really didn’t feel like sitting quietly for the next hour. Actually, he had so much energy he felt like going out and running or playing in the snow. Timmy was daydreaming about just that when he heard his name called out, Ms. Steward was calling roll.” Archer had made good on his promise to Timmy, they were at school, and no one was the wiser. However, it was becoming increasingly more difficult for Archer to hide Timmy’s condition… and more difficult moving Timmy from place to place. Timmy needed help and Archer had no idea where to turn. IN this episode we follow the boys through two classes at school… and an surprise announcement! Time is running short for Timmy. Will Archer find the help that Timmy so desperately needs? Will our duo be ‘found out’, or will help arrive from a very unexpected source? All this, and more, awaits you in this, the TENTH episode of ‘The Horror in Smithville’!


• The Horror in Smithville – Part ELEVEN! : “Mr. Champion snapping his fingers, right in front of his face, brought Archer back to this world and struggle at hand. For the past several hours all, in the world, Archer wanted was someone to help Timmy. Help Timmy survive the bite from the zombie wolves, and get back to his old self. Now, it appeared that help had arrived in the form of the substitute teacher for Mr. Albright. The Mr. Albright that, just last night, he and Timmy had watched as ‘The Tall Man’ and pulled his head from his shoulders, his spine from his body, and then drank his blood like a ice cold Coke.”There’s nothing like a nice cold ‘Coke’, eh? In this episode Archer, finally, gets the help he needs with Timmy. None, too soon, either! Timmy was fading in and out of consciousness, his left hand as big as a catcher’s mitt, a fever that radiated off his body like a furnace, and a terrible sweat that caused pools of hot water wherever they boys went. But, what is it with this Mr. Champion… ‘David’ as he says he wants to be called. Where did he come from? How did he know that Timmy was in trouble? How did he open a locked science classroom door… without so much as touching the door? How does one start a flame on a Bunsen burner with NO source of heat or flame? Stay tuned, My Dear Readers, with the coming episodes all will be told, all will become clear!


• The Horror in Smithville – Part TWELVE! : “The adventures of Timmy and Archer are as real, and come from my own personal experiences, as any thing I have ever written. There are moments, several of them, which you will be reading today that were literally taken out of my memories as a young man. As an extra special treat, for everyone out there from Pearland Texas, (and everyone that has known me and my scholastic life) there is a very special ‘Guest Appearance’ in today’s episode by someone we all dearly loved.” In this episode of ‘The Horror in Smithville’ Timmy and Archer jump out of the pan and directly into the fire! Barry has, finally, caught up with our intrepid heroes and he has blood on his mind! Barry has clotheslined Timmy and is sitting on his chest! Archer, frozen by fear cannot manage to respond or think of just how to help is fallen friend. What will come? Only way to find out? READ the upcoming episode of ‘The Horror in Smithville’ right here at ‘The Other Shoe’!


• The Horror in Smithville – Part Thirteen : “If you find this episode too disturbing, too violent, too bloody or what-not? Then, what is to come will, most certainly, curl your blood. While writing this (prose? Did you hear this episode? Could you feel the beat under the words?), I got a glimpse of many of the chapters to come. This. My first venture into the genre of horror, is going to be far more horrific than I first imagined.” Well… THERE is a ‘spoiler’ if ever I saw one! I am not going to say too much about this episode, because I do not want to give anything away. Just one thing… don’t read this on a full stomach. K?

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That brings us to the end of this, Part Five of FIVE HUNDREDTH ARTILCE at The Other Shoe – ‘The Horror in Smithville’! My Dear Readers, I am happy to inform you that, right now where we have stopped this review, ‘The Horror in Smithville’ weighs in at… … … ONE HUNDRED PAGES! That’s right, My Dear Readers, what started out as a bit of ‘an experiment in horror writing’ is now well on its way to standing as a complete horror novel!

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As I have indicated, in other reviews of this work recently and in a few promotional articles I have presented on Facebook, ‘when last we left our intrepid heroes…’ Timmy’s unconscious head, covered in blood, was in Archer’s lap at Timmy’s father drove like a bat out of hell towards the Smithville hospital. Now if, My Dear Readers, you have tuned into this review hoping that I might give you some hint on Timmy’s well being? Well, you are just out of luck! I am going to share several paragraphs of some of the thirty pages I have written, but yet published.

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So, without further adieu… I give you ‘The Horror in Smithville’ the ‘unpublished pages’…

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Principal Marsch was a dour man. The son of a farmer, and a farmer before that, in a farmer before that, Roger Marsch had broken a multigenerational line of farmers to become the principal of the middle school in the town of farmers. Principal Marsch worked very hard to get a football scholarship to go to college. After a terrible knee injury in his sophomore year Roger Marsch devoted himself to a career in education.

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Roger Marsch started his career in higher education as a physical education and health teacher at Smithville high. He became very active with the local PTA, Cub Scout troop (then Boy Scouts), and recently the city Council of the city of Smithville. Some might say it that been a rise from mediocrity to mediocrity, however, Roger Marsch and is a major step up from multigenerational farmer. It was for just the past two years that Principal Marsch had worn both the hat of middle school Principal and city council member.

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It was the latter of the two hats, sitting city council member, which drew him away from his office at the middle school. Shortly after his announcement, to the ends entire school not something he usually did or was very comfortable with, a call had come in to his office. His secretary, Betty Sue, had originally taken the call. Betty Sue also a student of Smithville schools before can becoming secretary, as such Betty sue often overreacted to minor problems. The oncoming snowstorm had put Betty sue in a frantic frame of mind, the unknown voice on the other side of the phone just pushed frantic too frightened.

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Principal Marsch was looking over this month’s school budget when a frantic knock came into his office door. Either out of fear, or because she totally forgot principal marks repeatedly telling her cannot just walk into his office, Betty sue burst and a principal Marsch’s office.

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“ROGER… ROGER, there’s a problem at the Carnival site… there is a Mr. Dark on the phone for you. He says that you need to come out there, right away!”

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Principal Marsch, really, disliked the habit Betty Sue had of bursting into his office, not waiting to be invited in. ‘Roger’ admittedly believed in order and discipline without which, he was convinced, the middle school and the town could/would fall into disarray and anarchy. Roger Marsch did not want anarchy in his school. He slowly rose his eyes up from his paperwork, slowly tapping the fingers of his left hand as he engaged Betty Sue’s anxious glare.

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And with that, My Dear Readers, we have reached the very end of this edition of ‘Five Hundred Articles – A Celebration and Review’ for today. Tomorrow is Saturday… so there will be ‘A Week in Review’. I am going to go and get some rest… and try to get my neck to stop hurting.

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Thanks for dropping by and I really hope that you have enjoyed this review of ‘The Horror in Smithville’!

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Adieu!

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500th Article Celebration and Review! - Video

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         Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Today, Saturday July 5^th 2014, I am here to share a short video. This video is a bit of a celebration and marking of the event of the publication of my 500^th Article here at The Other Shoe! Yesterday, July the 4^th, I decided to take off as a (much needed) ‘day of rest’. I managed to sit around and just watch ‘John Adams’ all day on HBO.

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This was the very first day I have not written and published in… well, many months time. Today, I am going to publish this article with the accompanying video. Then, later today, I am hoping to have completed the preparation of another article. Continuing with the ‘Celebration and Review’, from Thursday, with the very next most popular article series.

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Today, with a little luck, I will complete and publish… ‘500^th Article Celebration and Review – The Horror in Smithville’! That’s right, My Dear Readers, our next article series for celebration and review will be ‘The Horror in Smithville’! Now, as an extra special treat? I will be including a little teaser! As well as containing all the links to every episode of this wonderful series (including last week’s now infamous 13^th Episode!). I will share a couple of paragraphs of the very next episode of this great horror story!

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Well, it is now about 7:30AM PDT and I want to get this introduction and video published. I have a couple of errands to run today… I totally put them off… yesterday. Just as soon as I get back I will start the work on the review of ‘The Horror in Smithville’ and pick out the scene that I want to share for the teaser.

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I really hope that everyone had a safe and fun 4^th! I look forward to writing and publishing the next four reviews of this the ‘Celebration of my 500^th Article Published at @ The Other Shoe!’

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And now, without further adieu… I give you ‘500^th Article Celebration and Review – Video’!

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Adieu

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Thank YOU!
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The Other Shoe for 2014... and more

Dear Family, Friends, and Followers of @ The Other Shoe and Facebook,

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            It is come to my attention that my primary blog (art blog dot com) is, big surprise, not working. Along with the fact that, over the holiday season, I was diagnosed with advanced rheumatoid arthritis in my left hand.  [Yes, that means that Danny spent more than a few hours in the emergency room since Thanksgiving] That means I have not been posting… publishing as much as I would like.. or care.  I know a lot of you… A lot of you, My Dear Readers, care about me. Moreover, I mean more (to some of you) than just… in the passing kind of abandoned stray cat way. I understand that with that caring comes responsibility. Responsibility to you, My Dear Readers, to be honest… To be forthright… In addition, to not cause you undue worry or concern.

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However, I’m not family to any of you. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s (at least for me) are times meant especially for family. The last thing in the world I want to do is to interrupt your beautiful holiday time, with you and your families. Therefore, I did my best to write as much as I could… to keep things going… to make a video (as promised) so that you wouldn’t worry. You all mean so much to me and I don’t want to make you worry. However, the holidays are over now. In addition, I’d like to take this moment to say (from the very depths of my heart) I hope each and every one of you, My Dear Readers, had a wonderful holiday season with your families.

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I genuinely hope that over the past six weeks you had occasion to build memories with your families and loved ones that you will be happy to return to time and time again year after year. I don’t have any family. Correction, I don’t have any blood family that care enough to lay claim to me… as family. There’s a whole plethora of reasons why the people that; I grew up with, I stood as best man as they got married, I learned how to tie my shoes from, they bought me beer when I was under age, they taught me how to play board games, they held me when I was scared.  These people, these family members, don’t want me in their lives. Stop. Right there, stop. I have no ill will. I have no desire for sympathy or, God bless your soul, pity. I say this because it’s true and because if you’ve read my work more than once you know I’m a brutally honest man. Whereas I did not spend any holiday with family I still have a very deep respect for you spending time with your family.

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So between the holiday onset of my rheumatoid arthritis and the primary location of my blog being, and again, in operative? I have not written as much as I would like. I have not told his many tales as I want to. I have not taken you to all the places I could (and should) take you to. For that, I apologize. 2014 is a whole new fresh year. It’s a whole new opportunity. As matter fact, it’s 365 opportunities back to back. I’m going to take this year out and ride it hard,  put it up wet.

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You may not understand this, My Dear Readers, but there are two different locations for mu blog The Other Shoe.  These two different locations each have their own readers… their own readership. Believe it or not you don’t all like, or dislike, the same things. Believe it or not there are not a whole lot of you that visit both blogs. Believe it or not I really don’t like it when I can only put something I’ve written on one of the other blogs.

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It just doesn’t feel fair to me to post something at blog.com… and not post it to word press.com. I feel like I’m cheating. I feel like I’m buying a present for only one of my children and out the other. That is why, later this year, I’m in a do everything I can to register the new domain The Other Shoe.blog. And then I’m going to ask all of my readers at blog.com and all of my readers at word press to join me at the new location. I can’t tell you how much it would mean to me to be able to do that, to have one blog where I am in control. One that never breaks down… where everybody (at the same time) can read everything I write when I write it.

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I don’t know how many of you, My Dear Readers,  had the occasion to be in emergency room or hospital like recently. I haven’t been in one (an emergency room) in probably a decade. Further, in a hospital well, since the surgery on my cervical spine in 2007. Even going into the emergency room now they, like, treat you like you’re going to die. I say that… and, you say that is an overstatement… yes. However, it struck me when they asked me;

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            “Mr. Hanning do you have a living will or a medical power of attorney?”

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I have a medical power of attorney and if, God forbid, something dire happens to me and I’m not able to write or think for myself? Allen is the guy  to decide what’s to be done with me if I can’t think for myself. However, the will… The will is something I haven’t given a whole lot of thought about.

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I have interesting relationships with my doctors. I don’t know of is my personality, I don’t know if it’s because I have an education in medicine i.e. a background and training in pharmacy, or if it’s because I treat doctors the same way I treated the men my father worked for they were used to go deep-sea fishing with on their boat. For what ever reason, I always have conversations with my doctors, deep and open even wandering conversations. While saying that’s where I’m getting too, is this; the last neurosurgeon I had a visit with I asked him to be completely honest with me about my condition. He’d already told me there was really nothing he could do for me in my current state. He was sending need to have an MRI done but he knew most likely he and I would never see each other again. So he said a couple of things to me that you don’t often hear from physicians. Something I doubt most of you have ever heard from your personal physician.

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First, he said to me “Daniel your condition will likely never improve. As a matter of fact odds are your condition will become progressively worse until you die.”

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Next, he said to me “Daniel, you’ll be in pain for the rest of your life. I hope that you can always find physicians to help you get the pain medications you need… Because you will never be out of pain for the rest of your life.”

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Then he explained to me that my condition would most likely take my life. Be it something as simple as slipping and falling while walking into someone’s house. Or, as complicated and frightening as being in a car accident… At some point my vertebrae will impinge on my spinal cord and result in a condition “not conducive with life”.

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Then he said something to me that struck me, and still sticks with me to this day. He said to me;

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             “Daniel in my life practicing medicine I’ve told a fair number of people, with neurological diseases, what I’ve just told you.”

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Then he told me that people generally react in only two ways. He said to me that the majority of people become very saddened and very depressed, and they shut down. They shut down emotionally. They shut down socially. They shut down to their family. They shut down with what they enjoy, They shut down in and at their work. Then he says to me that the other way people react, and it’s not as common, as though they are invigorated.

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He says to me that a small number of people, when given the news of their eventual demise by a physician, leave his office with a thirst for a life they didn’t have when they walked in. My Dear Readers I walked out of that office visit wanting the resources to do more with this blog… more with my writing… more with my life… than I ever had before. I walked out of that Dr.’s office wishing I had all the money I could use because I suddenly had a thirst for life I hadn’t felt in decades.

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That doesn’t mean I don’t get depressed. Lord knows… Especially during the holiday season and especially when my pain gets worse or I have developed a new and different kind of pain… like this rheumatoid arthritis, I do get depressed. But I’ll tell you something right here, right now, from the heart My Dear Readers the last thing in the world I want to do is die! I want to drink from the cup of life deeply. I want to do as much as I can with every moment that I have… That my condition and my pain and my body allows me. That brings us back around to the will I was asked about in the emergency room in December.

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I haven’t seen an attorney… Hell I can’t afford three decent meals a day right now I can’t afford an attorney. When I do and I’ve written this down in years and I have a right here on this blog. I’ve made a decision about whatever body of work I have accomplished when I do pass. No matter how popular my work ever becomes. No matter how profitable or popular ‘The Adventures of Princess Nadia’ becomes in whatever form of media it ends up. When I leave this earth I have decided I want every written word I’ve ever put onto paper, on the Internet, into a novel, and all my videos that I own the copyright to I want to give them all to you, My Dear Readers, for FREE!

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That’s right, the attorneys will have to iron out all details, but once every all the publishers all the media outlets whatever lever has rights makes the money they need to read, whatever they put in when I’m gone I want every single word I’ve ever written to be available in electronic form completely and totally for free in perpetuity. Because you see, My Dear Readers, I am only borrowing these words. I am only borrowing these words these thoughts these ideas these characters these plots I’m only borrowing them… For a time. When I am through with them I want to give them back all to you.

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As of last month… As of the last month of last year… As of four weeks ago I am now in more pain than I was two months ago… Six months ago… A year ago… Two years ago… Five years ago. On top of all the pain that I go through due to the neurological damage in my cervical spine to the nerve roots. Due to all the pain I endure from sciatica… From shooting pains… On top of that I now have a crippling pain in my hand it feels like broken bones. When I move my left hand now it makes a popping sound. Never done that before, totally new experience. My left hand swells up like a balloon and the knuckles turn red. All I can think of is how can I get myself OUT of enough pain so that I can concentrate and write even more than I did in 2013.

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Since right before Thanksgiving I searched a lot on the Internet about how to get more out of my blog. I learned a lot in just a matter of few weeks. I’ve learned that my blog, at three years, out survived nearly 75% of all the blogs that started that year. I was told that I should spend less time creating content and more time trying to get other blogs to carry my content. I don’t want to write less. In high school… I was the loaner until I stepped on stage. Then, by the end of three years of performing on stage, most everybody at Pearland high school knew who I was… but I didn’t have a whole lot more people that called me a friend. I’m going to work very hard at trying to contact more of you. More of you people that are reading my blog that have blogs of your own. To let you know, you other blog writers, that I would be honored if you would reblogg my posts. I’m going to concentrate more on trying to make my .articles; more concise, more professional, more enjoyable, and more commercially viable. Long story short, I’m going to redouble my efforts at my blog redouble my efforts at communicating with you and redouble my efforts at trying to expand the number of people that read The Other Shoe.

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Anything that you, My Dear Readers,            enjoy? PLEASE share those articles… Share or make other people aware of my blogs… Anything you can do to help me spread the word will be greatly appreciated. I really mean that from the very depths of my heart. I don’t say this because I want to make more money. Well, let’s be honest… we all like to make more money but right now I just want to see if I can’t get a lot more people reading what I write. Because, you see I like what I write. Every article that you read I have not only written, I’ve read. I like what I write. I am sure of what I write.  If you do like what I write? Be sure to share with someone.

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As soon as all these new domains come available I’m going to be forced, most likely, to run another Indiegogo campaign. I’m going to be forced to run an Indiegogo campaign to raise the money out need to register the domain name for The Other Shoe.blog.  To register the domain name to get web hosting and everything else so that I can consolidate the two blogs from blog.com and WordPress and the one location and take the two families that you are today and make you one big family so whenever I write and whenever I speak? I speak to all of you at once. I wrote this article, today, because I wanted to let you know the one I’m still here. Two, I have a lot more to share with you. Three I’m not giving up any time soon. Call me crazy but every single time my condition gets worse. Every single time I have more pain. Every single time life throws some roadblock in my path? I want to push myself harder and see what more I can do. See what more I can do for you, My Dear Readers.

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Everything I do I do for you. Every word I write I write for you. And when I leave this world, and I hope it’s a very long time from now, everything I’ve ever written will belong to every single one of you for free for the rest of time. I don’t have many gifts to give, except the ones I create my mind, and they all belong to you.

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As always I am deeply honored that you come here and read my work.

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Thank you!

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P.S. I did manage to work in but I would let you know 2014 is going to see a lot more of the weekly articles. Unwilling to bring back all the series that I worked so hard on in 2013 on a mother do my best to have them every week. That means more of ’The Mars Report’. That means more of ‘Sunday Funnies’. That means more of ‘A Week in Review’. That means more political articles. And… I really wish I could tell you that would mean more of my tale… but the more I talked to people the more I understand that I can talk to you about ’The Adventures of Princess Nadia’. However, I cannot share the pages I write… yet. I wish you all a very happy and prosperous New Year.

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Twas the Night Before Christmas - By Danny

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    Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. I am happy to announce, and quite proud to share. A reading, as promised, for your Christmas cheer. A reading by me, and one most dear. “Twas the Night Before Christmas’ as done, and performed, by Yours Truly – Daniel Hanning.

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I have not gifts to give, except those I make in my mind. And I give them, all, to you!

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Enjoy!

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The Other Shoe... Changes

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Dear Family, Friends and Followers of The Other Shoe.

I wanted to make you all, My Dear Readers, aware that I just made a 'pre-reservation' for the URL www.theothershoe.blog. When these new URLs become available I plan on moving The Other Shoe to this new web address. I am hopeful, that by this time, my financial... difficulties will have worked themselves out and I will have the resources to obtain; the URL, web hosting, email addresses and everything I will need to move from blog.com and wordpress. It is my intent to keep these original blogs updated.

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However, I plan on having 'Special' articles and weekly series that will only be available at the new (and all my own) web home. This is a very big step for me and my blog. Just to let you know, My Dear Readers, in adavance I am planning on having advertisements at my blog's new home. Few and limited, at first, I will be working to make this new location self-supporting. As well, the new home will be the ONLY place you will see ANY releases of 'The Adventures of Princess Nadia - The Healing Light'. I feel it is only fitting that the new location be the new home for my future novel.

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I will be keeping you, My Dear Readers, up to date as quickly as possible on this move and upgrade. I will be asking for input on; Web hosting, web design, regular articles, advertisers and most importantly... should the new location be 'Members ONLY'. I have been toying with that particular idea for the past two years. The Other Shoe here at blog.com and Word Press will always remain FREE. I just cannot help thinking that the new location should be... special. Making readers register is quite a bother and I know and understand that is different and might well meet with stiff opposition.

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My thoughts on this is simple. For three years I have provided over 300 articles completely free, barring the Indieigogo campaigns I have run to help me obtain a power chair and avoid homelessness. I plan on making membership completely free I have a deep desire to control the exposure of 'The Adventures of Princess Nadia'. You see, I have big plans for Princess... plans that could well stretch into the next decade. I do not want just anyone reading 'Princess Nadia' and the people that do read this work... well, I want to be select... and I would appreciate feedback.

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Of course, this is all in the planning stages and nothing is written in stone. Finally, I am tossing around the idea of... staff. I have realized that i simply cannot keep up the pace that my blog demands... that you, Mu Dear Readers, need and desreve. Between the new expenses of web hosting myself and a greater need for more content... staff... It just might be a nessecity that I run an funding campaign to raise the money I need to start this... well, it is nothing short of... business.

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I belive in my work. I believe in You, My Dear Readers, and I belive that I have the ability and desire to make this happen. I will be looking to you all to give me your feedback, your thoughts and (most importantly) your support. I am bringing something great to life. Something that, currently, just lives inside of me. Soon, it will come to life and take to living and growing outside of my mind and in the; hearts, minds and souls of my readers and supporters. The Other Shoe was always larger than just me. I have been selfish, in a way, for the past three years. Now it is time to let The Other Shoe take flight... and time for "Princess Nadia' to walk and live among us all.

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As always, it brings me great honor that you come and read my work.

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Thank you!

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A Cry In The Dark

                     It is 1:20AM and I am unable to sleep. I tried writing for The Other Shoe, but only darkness and depression came out. There is eight days left for me to raise enough money to; hire people to help me move, rent a moving truck (without car insurance as I do not own a car), and pay for rent & deposit on a new place.

I am looking on; For Rent, Criag’s List, and bulletin boards in churches and laundry rooms for a place I can afford. I work every moment my pain allows me to think and move. I still need to find boxes, too. I have written and posted an apology from the heart to everyone in Texas I have offended. That goes for everyone in every state that I may have offended, too. I simply cannot rest, even when I try to sleep.

I have talked about my condition. I have posted the most recent MRI images of the damaged area of my spine. I have made, short, phone calls to Housing and a couple of places that help people with spinal cord injuries. I am desperate to make some progress, yet it is like I am spinning my tires in mud. My heart is broken, my body too. I have never been so depressed. Yet I am trying hard to not let it show. Nothing feels right. Nothing makes me smile or happy. I am not angry, just terribly anxious and even afraid.

I cannot focus enough to read for enjoyment. I have no idea where to turn. I keep looking for a light at the end of the tunnel. I can see none. Tomorrow is another day, and that just means one less to garner support and one more closer to being without a home.

If there is anything I can do or say that will convince you my need is genuine, my disability severe. Would you tell me? I feel myself falling. Yet I do not know if I will land. If there is anything I could ask for. It is the kindness of others, the support of those I have called friends.

I have never meant to hurt or offend anyone. Yet, it seems I am paying the price for doing just that very thing. I am afraid of falling (not of the heights). I know not where to turn. I pray for sleep. Yet hesitate because of the nightmares that inevitably come. My stress and fears follow me, even in sleep.

I would not wish this on anyone. Not even the worst of enemies (of which I do not think I have ever… had). If you are reading this, and sleep alludes you, too. Please take a moment and follow this link. Look, read… forgive… then give?

From the very bottom of my heart the very depths of my soul I beseech you.

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Dear TEXANS!

Dear Family and Facebook & The Other Shoe. Followers,

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I have just been told that I  "have offended Texans..." and that I cannot expect support because of my transgressions. I accept my responsibility! I would, very much, like to make amends.

THAT was NEVER my INTENT! N E V E R!!!! I AM A PROUD TEXAN!

However, IF I have EVER written something YOU feel was 'derogatory to Texas'? . I do hereby SINCERELY APOLOGIZE! I am very sorry that any of my writing or posts have been hurtful to Texas or Texans!

 

I LOVE TEXAS! I LOVE TEXANS! I AM A PROUD TEXAN! . I have done my level best to PUT AISDE 'politics' for the rest of my SHORT life.

 

I am facing paralysis or possible death due to the advancement of my disease. People with my condition DO NOT LIVE LONG! . I have COME TO GRIPS with my death. I just want TO MOVE SAFELY and WRITE 'The Adventures of Princess Nadia'. A sci-fi fantasy for Middle School aged CHILDREN!

. I do NOT  want to engage in anymore 'politics'.

. AGAIN. My Fellow Texans family and friends.  If EVER I have offended ANY Texan?

 

YOU have my deepest HEARTFELT APOLOGY!!!

. . Please I AM SORRY IF I HAVE OFFENDED ANY TEXANS! I LOVE YOU GUYS! . I am beside myself in grief... I cannot write anymore... Please accept my apology. PLEASE?

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On Little Cat Feet...

            Welcome back,. My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. I have been laid up with tremendous pain. What the pain hasn’t taken from me, the depression does. I have but one purpose, one goal. Write. Write to ensure continued life. My words are my bond with this life, with you My Dear Readers. The rest? Just bulbs on a Christmas tree.

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Here are two videos. Watch them slowly. Watch them twice. As you watch realize you are watching life leave me. I know this now. For the past two days I have been scared to death. After having looked at what you are just seeing now. My spine is my enemy. Well, that any my lack of wealth. If I had the money, I could buy more life. Right now? What am I fighting for? Nothing less than the remainder of my LIFE!

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God, the pain… it racks my body, my mind, my soul every single day. I refuse to stop fighting. Fighting not just for me… don’t you  see?  Am fighting for all of US. Deep inside… you know what I say is true. The battle I am fighting. I have fought… and lost, before. Not this time, My Dear Readers.

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This time I/We WIN!

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I am not asking for money for fun! I am not begging for anything less than my very life. Look at the videos. Tell me. What do you see? I see nothing less than death. Creeping up on me.

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                                                          “The fog it comes. On little cat feet”

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I refuse to let it take me, My Dear Readers. I have some much left to share. Living within me… a whole world. Will you stand idly by and let that world, before it’s birth, die?

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I WANT TO LIVE!

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What will you do?

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I have done everything I can. I know my fate. Do you? My fate is to write. To create a world… mercy… what a beautiful world I have inside. However, I cannot create it all in the 45 days I have left till I am evicted. I need more time.

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That is what you are buying, with your contributions. Time. Nothing less. This disease will take my life, in time. It can happen in just a few weeks… as I work to move by myself.

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Or? It can happen years from now when I have created and shared the world I speak of years from now.

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Who gets to choose?

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You

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As always, it is a great honor for me that you come here to read my words. J

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