Saturday, June 9, 2012


Dear Gentle Reader,

I'm going. Just for a while.  I'm feeling all bloated and derivative and like I'm just going through the motions. This is no good for you or for me. So? I'm going.

This isn't an abandoned blog.

Back later.

CAF, writer of 12 dots blog.

PS. Mr. Blueberry, I'm sorry. I know that you've been great it's just that I'm depleted for the moment.  I need to just go out into the world and do something else. If I don't, the  place that writes might just be too pooped to write anymore. Plus, I'm just sad. It appears that I won't be able to go to the place on the lake that look like home.  It's like losing home again.

I know that you'll understand.

Hugs and good wishes.



Thursday, June 7, 2012


Problem with the writing challenge.  I can't keep up with who "wrote" the story.

If you want credit? You've got to comment.


No credit.

Back to watching that new George Lopez dating show on Fox.

LOL That first guy went bust and the second guy still has 2 girls for a date.

"If I gave you 50 thousand dollars? What would you do with it?"

And the winner isssss?????




For Burning Love (see next post)

The bachelor character, Mark, in this epic satire?

Will be gay and have a thing for Michael Ian Black's character.

Also did anyone notice how the actual number of bachelorettes sent home in Burning Love never match the number that they say will be sent home?


Shouldn't this be called Burning Itch?

Buh bye,



If you haven't already seen this?



Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Gentle Reader.

Do you every fight with your loved one? 

Do you have a loved one?

Comments are made for chatting?

So what's new?


"...My heart goin' boom, boom, boom, boom. 'Grab your things I've come to take you home'..."*

The movie Brave will soon be released. Have been looking at the pre-release publicity and the snippets of the actual movie. From what's been said in the promos, this is a princess who doesn't need to be rescued by a prince. Dunno' but I'm not so sure that this is such a good thing. Honestly, there are times when being "rescued" by a handsome prince and then riding off into the "happily ever after" future seems like a very good idea.

Just sayin'. .

It's rainy out. Here I was looking forward to working out side and it gets weepy outside. .

*line form the Peter Gabriel song Solsbury Hill.  I love the line "My heart going boom, boom, boom..." 

Don't know about you but I could use some romance of the kind that heart palpitations and the words swoon were created for. The idea of hearing the dogs bark and looking out at the gate to see someone. The anticipation.  LOL.  Did I ever tell you about the catsup commercial?


Monday, June 4, 2012


Now I'm going out into the sunshine to see a bit of it.


So here's a challenge. Look over there to the left of the blog posts and you'll see a listing of blog post titles. Go look now. I'll wait.

The challenge?  Try to write a story using the blog titles. Kind of your own interactive blog story. Extra points if you can make the content of the posts relevant to the story.  I'll be reading and trying to find the best "story" to post.

Happy summer.

Got good nights sleep.
Did good thing this weekend.

Going to have fun now.

This isn't a dormant blog. Just have things to do. Twitter is up. Rerun farty is winging through the tv air waves.

. "My word, I am sleepy." Me right this minute. .
. From the movie The Fantastiks (sp?)


" I just have to fly."


"Then be careful. I hear that it's duck season."


Read the comments


the 12 dots disclaimer.

Otherwise you will just be confused.


"One day. One day I'm gonna' wake myself up, walk down to that court house, and change my name to Sparkle Plenty. because I am sparkily, fierce, and plenty pretty."

c anne ford


Welcome to 12dotsandablot.

This is a writer's journal.

A fiction writer's journal.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

Sometimes peacefully and some times I have to write this disclaimer just in case my mother is reading.

Otherwise she might have a fit of catter walling about how her daughter has just about lost it and if she'd just have married that nice banker person I might not be in such a pickle.

She'd also say things about inappropriate and no daughter of hers was going to end up being an old maid like her Aunt Ethel.

Then I'd have to stand up straight and to promise not to squint.

So I, when the occasion calls for it, put in the disclaimer.


Fact and fiction co exist here on this blog.

If you don't know which is which?

Don't ASSume.



My Mom will really appreciate your efforts.

Hooo raayyy. Today? It's a holiday. (This is stuff to read while I'm gone to do holiday things.) Now let's all go out side and play. When it gets daylight. Oh and who's the Gentle Reader from Ireland? .

Sunday, June 3, 2012


Dear You,

You are invited to Christmas in July.

Due to the whatever of the powers that be,  my Christmas plans have changed.

Since I no longer have to do Christmas race/kitchen "dootie", I can celebrate.

Decided to start early.

(You can never start Christmas celebrating too early.)

So, I'm thowing a party.

Have tunes.

On the water.

I'm pretty sure that "Cruella de ville" will try hard to screw it up but I have hope.

Plus, she's not invited.

This is a dress up event which for me means wear the clean Hawaiian flowerdy shirts.

Shoes optional.

Clothing must cover the "get you arrested if you show it in public" bits.


Tee hee.


Come one. Come all to the Christmas in July Ball.


In other news. I do plan to break out the good china and have dinner out on the gazbo.  Will have to be on the sly because "Cruella" will nix it otherwise.

Suns up.

Stuff to do.