Oh Dear Xanga Friends,

Sometimes I am at hone next to the Ohio River, but I have been called back to northern California; And I must share with you that I have climbed to the top of one of the larger cranes working on the new Bay Bridge, and I am so upset about this Xanga thing that I refuse to come down until someone with a heart comes up with guaranteed funding for Xanga, for would Oral Roberts come down from his tower at the university by the same name without putting up a fight; Hell, “No,”  so this is my plan beginning with Divine guidance from a gracious God, that I shall sit on top of the crane for as many days possible, and I have made it up to this windy top dealing with sea bird excrement, altitude sickness, and my arthritis is acting up something awful.  I have a supply of trash bags for at least a month for private functions, and I have asked our tenant in San Francisco and his Dad to fly in supplies, making balloon drops of hot dogs and peanut butter sandwiches, and knowing that I could live a year on body fat, I drug IV bags of water up here, several liters, and I have radio equipment from which I can hear the evening news to make certain that all of you hovering below are seeing that we get Xanga up and running again, for all the world doubts us, but wait until they see this 64 year old grandmother fluttering about in all of the colors of purple which happy to be my favorite colors in all the land called, “Earth,”  unless it is the flower, Brugmansia of which frosted pink is the coveted color of all who have known it, and red roses–so many reds–What would I do without red blossoms to throw down to all of you who are praying with me for the resurrection of Xanga!

I did not forget the hospital sized ready wash cloths, for I never face my public looking like a tramp.  There are so many people in sorrow, sickness, and without to pray for, so I will start with them first, but I must have guarantees that Xanga is being saved, and I humbly believe that it is my right to stop traffic as people endeavor to get a look at a purple and red grandmother ready to worsen her arthritic body and to do without hot coffee for the sake of Xanga!  Now you kids younger than me may not know the power of crane sitting and prayer, but seeing as how you have no better ideas, then come up and we’ll have a chat, but not without a safety harness, a parachute and preparations to pray and to sing together.  I would take a guitar, but I cannot play a guitar, but you are welcome to bring a whole darned orchestra;  But I do not want any more of this trash talkin” MSNBCTV carrying on with newis that Xanga is on shut down mode.

Now each morning and each afternoon, I shall do readings from all of my friends on Xanga, the poets, the photographers, the kids, and the mature people like me, so do not presume crane sitting will get boring.  I can also display my book, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” and read from that, so is there something capricious, like advertising, which can be accomplished in my perch; Well, maybe.  The time has come to put on my invisibility cloak and to see if my, “Wonder, Whoa Is That Your Mama<” leotards,  and I am told there is a lab where an invisibility cloak can be found, for no longer is it our, “Harry Potter’s,” dream, but back east we have had invisibility cloaks for a long time.  We were placed east of the Rocky Mountains, because we did not want to be without Harvard, Yale, and MIT help if our climb was being caught by some geeky person who makes so many pictures that they no longer understand any thing is real after all.

I am heading up the crane now, and this bridge lights are doing the wave symbol as if waving me on as I have gotten all the way up to the driver’s seat on the big crane mover, and I am reaching over with my right hand to grab the steering wheel to use as my next booster toward the first step up on my crane.  I am filled with The Holy Spirit, or I could not do this, but all fear is subsiding, for I am taking one for the team, and I am going to be moving on up, so I have some astronaut blankets and a hammock which will rock me like a baby.  It is coming, the time to pray for Xanga where I wrote my book, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” at Amazon and Joseph Beth; Did I mention that book before?  “Well, now just excuse me!”  You are acting offended when my only goal is to get the 60,000 raised, and get Xanga, “The People’s Website,” up again.

Well, here I go, for God helps those who help themselves — Water, few sandwiches, meds, hammock, the lonely legal smokes in San Francisco, my laptop, space blankets, and one last Coca Cola to carry me until the balloon drop.  I am already praying step by step, for Jesus rose from the dead, so just think of what big old Xanga can do.  I fear not, onward and upward, batteries taped to my inner thy for lap top. so Xanga and Xangettes, I want to see you out there praying with me, for we have a company to save, old friends who read our stuff and who make us feel so good!  Now, “Be very quiet as I begin the real ascent, and there is one big, “Hail Mary,” between me and being shark bait.  Xangans, we who sent our dollars, but we need more, so grab your Rosary, or whatever beads you care to, and I will be seeing you from the crane top coming morning.  Stay tuned to my next blog in.  Yours, with the cold wind howling, Barbara Everett Heintz, “Pinkhoneysuckle”

Pray!  And join the protest–Bags of money appreciated!

Dear Friends,

I was among those who gave to endeavor to save this site called Xanga, but I have been finding it impossible to sign in, so my guess would be that we are basically shut down.  I would like for Vexations and Erika Steele to please contact me if at all possible.  I do not know if I will be seeking other writer’s sites, for so many hundreds of thousands of people are falling for these, “Write Your Own Book Schemes,” which sounded good three years ago when I started it, and Amazon had Create Space as its site of business in South Carolina.  They have expanded, so millions of more books can be written, and getting a hit with your book is like winning the lottery.

Because I got in before the flood gates were not entirely open for any one to publish a book, then mine is still holding it’s own, but the book buyer has reassured me that national studies show that only secondary book markets are making money just selling new additions at this time.  My gift has been television, radio, B4 64 with Kathryn Raaker,  book awards in summer of 2012, and I would tell any and all of you that after you do write a book; Be prepared to place it in competition early on, for the win in Hollywood was my finest hour.  JM Northern has all kinds of reviews, but the first review you look at is that such places give you a fighting chance at a book award if your book is good enough to be on a shelf and to be considered for film.  You can find hundreds of local competitions, and for those who say, “Do not enter if you have to pay,” then I am going to retort; that rule is out the window, for you need all of the awards which you can collect.  I have finally cleaned up my book, or at least have the clean manuscript to now approve, and everything has been slow for me, because I have been a very ill person physically.  Only someone slightly bent is going to write a book like mine, but I join the crazy artist of one kind or another over the centuries who have battled one problem or the other in their lives.

You can purchase all of the, “How To Write Books,” and “How To Market,” that you want to, and it is good to join writer’s groups, but make certain that some of these folks advising you has some merit in-so-far as publishing.  New York Times Best Sellers do not have the market they once had, so I am convinced that one might be better to read some, “How To,” but know that these people are making their money by telling you what you probably would best be praying for Guardian Angel help.  You are your best spoke’s person, and you are the one to endeavor to make all of the social contacts which you can.  I give my books to friends and family, because I can, but ask yourself beyond them, “Who will purchase your book.”  I have had angel intervention, and they know who they are, but I have also worked like a dog during my well periods of time.  I felt that telling the truth of my third world Appalachian upbringing, a metaphor for the thousands who suffered along with us and watched that area of southern Appalachia turned in to where many places turn road areas in to trash cans when we, those long years ago, were so independent in growing our own food and preparing as we could for the winter; even peanut butter jars got reused.  I went to a Dairy Queen about twice in all of my high school years, and I hardly knew what a restaurant meal was.  All clothing was recycled, so the story of southern Appalachia, and my own story had some outcomes which would be shockingly good for the movies adults prefer.

I want someone to tell me what the Xanga story is, for I do not know.  I can usually barely sign in and sign out, and I think they would be well advised to reorganize themselves making a deal with the new computer people like some of us who are older to give us a blogging spot, and advertise it to senior citizens and interested writers over the continents.  Younger people want something flashy, and if it does not have special effects; Then people are just lost.  Look at how great the new computer for adults caught on, for we need what we can do.

Thank you all; Bless you all, and may the road rise up to greet you–Such from my heritage of the British Isles, and more importantly, “May God Hold You In The Palm Of His Hand.”  I am on Facebook, so look me up, and if this year moves book number one into film or documentary territory, then I will know that so many of my well wishers have come from here.

Walk In The Light My Friends,

Barbara Everett Heintz, Book, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” Now on You Tube with programs coming up with Kathryn Raaker on B4 64 Time Warner television.  “Pinkhoneysuckle” is on Tri-State PBS Channel out of Cincinnati with a great radio person, Lee Hay–WVXU, and on radio station, 1160–A Christian Broadcast which crosses the globe.

I hope that “Pinkhoneysuckle” will encourage others to share their stories, and for the big lie that southern Appalachians went north for spending money, this should end that myth with my book.  I believe every one of these shows can be found on You Tube presently, at least portions of them.

My book is also available through Joseph Beth Bookstores in the Kentucky, and Ohio markets, and I thank God for the signing.  Believe me, a book signing is harder to get than hen’s teeth, for you no longer are in because you are a local.  The San Francisco and Santa Rosa signings were done for charity.

Again, my prayers and love,

Barbara Everett Heintz