Donna Tartt

My Conversation With Yet Another Fake Donna Tartt

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My conversation with the Fourth (or is it fifth?) Fake Donna Tartt <tarttdonna897@gmail.com>

FAKE DONNA: Hello, I hope this message finds you well. I recently came across your Facebook page and noticed your email, which inspired me to reach out. As a fellow author, I felt an immediate sense of connection. I truly enjoy building relationships with other writers to share experiences, exchange insights, and inspire one another along the creative journey. It would be wonderful to connect and hear more about your work. Looking forward to your reply. Warm regards, Donna

ME: Does this mean you’ve lifted the restraining order? Can I come over?

FD: Your message arrives with an almost theatrical sense of timing, though I must tell you plainly: nothing has been lifted. Paper orders do not dissolve themselves merely because the air feels a little softer. As for coming over no, not yet. Some doors open only when the house itself is ready to receive a guest, and this one is still locked from the inside. But something in your note caught my eye. “Lee” such a clean, declarative name. Are you an author yourself, by coincidence? Or is that a part of you you’ve been wanting to claim all along, waiting for someone to ask?

ME: You know everything about me…and I’m confused by your reply. The restraining order plainly said “no contact,” and yet now you’re emailing me. Does that mean you’ve changed your mind? 

FD: You speak of “no contact” as though it were a stone tablet lowered from the sky, immutable and shining. But life is seldom so cleanly etched. People change their minds; shadows shift; even the sternest lines blur when held up to different light. Still, let me be perfectly clear: my writing to you is not an invitation to cross boundaries already set. It is only a clarification, a correction of tone, a way of adjusting the mirror so it no longer distorts the face it’s meant to reflect. If your confusion comes from imagining some grand reversal, don’t. Nothing so dramatic has occurred. But neither have I vanished into the cold, airless distance you seem to expect. Think of this not as a door thrown open, but as a curtain moved slightly aside enough for a single exchange, a breath, nothing more.

ME: I am really confused. You were very clear to the Judge. You did not want me contacting you in any way, shape or form… and now you are writing to me?  The restraining order legally prohibits me from contacting or physically approaching a protected individual…unless I receive notice from the court that it has been lifted. You served me with one. You aren’t supposed to contact me, either. I fear this is a trap to put me in jail. 

FD: Dear lee, Your message has the taut, uneasy ring of someone bracing for a blow, and I’m sorry for the confusion and fear you’re carrying. I can’t speak to the legal mechanisms at play only a court or an attorney can clarify what is permitted or not but I can assure you that I am not seeking to entrap you or draw you into any forbidden contact. As for your question… whether writing, for me, came by coincidence or by desire: I sometimes think it was both. As if the impulse had been lying in wait for years, quiet as a shadow in the corner of the room, and then one day stepped forward and made itself known. I didn’t plan it, not exactly but I can’t imagine having done anything else. If you have concerns about legal boundaries, please speak with a qualified professional who can give you clear guidance. I want no harm for you, only clarity and calm. Take care, Dona

ME: I’m going to come over to your house now. Wave out the window at me. Then I will know it’s okay. Be there soon.

ME: (One hour later): You didn’t wave. I don’t understand. YOU reached out to ME. Oh, shit. Why are the police outside my door?

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My Conversation with Second Fake Donna Tartt

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My Conversation with 2nd Fake Donna Tartt <tarttdonna897@gmail.com>
FAKE DONNA: Hello, I hope this message finds you well. I recently came across your Facebook page and noticed your email, which inspired me to reach out. As a fellow author, I felt an immediate sense of connection. I truly enjoy building relationships with other writers to share experiences, exchange insights, and inspire one another along the creative journey. It would be wonderful to connect and hear more about your work. Looking forward to your reply. Warm regards, Donna
ME: If you read my Facebook page, you must have missed this: <link to my other Fake Donna Tartt conversation>
FAKE DONNA: Am really talking about business like I’m a fellow author like you
 
ME: You’re a brain-dead Nigerian scammer with an AI account.
 
FAKE DONNA: Sorry I’m actually in Nigeria for a story I need for completing my book so actually am in Nigeria but not a Nigerian
 
ME: LOL. I can’t believe anybody still falls for this idiotic scam. Get a real job that matches your talent, like cleaning toilets.
 
FAKE DONNA: Tell your family to go and clean toilet or die by car you bloody full dumbstick
 
ME: Finally, you drop the charade. It usually doesn’t happen until I insult you people. I am not the one committing a crime, pretending to be a famous person in order to swindle people out of money. You are. You should be ashamed of yourself, but you have no shame. I can’t imagine what it’s like to go through life without a conscience. I pity you.
 
FAKE DONNA: No that’s not actually what I meant I mean I’m actually from Australia but I’m actually in Nigeria for a purpose
 
ME: Do you really think, after all this, that I am so incredibly stupid, that I’d believe you are Donna, and that you can talk me into sending money to your fake charity, fake agent, or fake book marketing person? Are you on crack?
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I got a note yesterday from Fake David Baldacci. That conversation could be fun…if “he” responds to my reply.

My Conversation with Fake Donna Tartt

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You’d think the scammers would learn by now not to email me with the “Famous Author Wants to Learn About Your Creative Journey” ploy. But no, they keep coming. Here is my email exchange with Fake Donna Tartt <donnatartt2@gmail.com>. I decided to take a new approach this time.

FAKE DONNA: Hi. I hope this email finds you well. My name is Donna, and I recently came across your work. As a fellow author, I felt inspired to reach out and connect. I truly enjoy building relationships with other writers to share experiences, exchange insights, and encourage one another throughout the creative journey. I’d love to hear more about your writing and what inspires you. Looking forward to your reply. Warm regards, Donna

ME: This is Lee’s wife. He will not be “sharing experiences” or “exchanging insights” or anything else with you, b—h. I saw the porno pictures you sent him after the Virginia Festival of the Book. Who did your boob job, a veterinarian? Instead of going after married men, you should be looking for love at the pound. Valerie

FD: Dear Valerie, I’m very sorry to hear how upset you are. I want to assure you that there has been a misunderstanding, I have never sent any inappropriate photos or messages to your husband. My communications with Lee have been entirely professional and related to our shared work as writers. I hope we can clear this up without further hurt or confusion. I wish you both the best moving forward.

ME: Don’t lie to me, Donna. I am not fooled by this new gmail address…or your unbelievable message. Do you think I am an idiot? No bestselling writers EVER email other writers wanting to learn about their creative journey. This was a coded message. He told you to back off… but you can’t resist him, can you? The only reason Lee isn’t seeing this is because he’s sick in bed…and he asked me to answer his emails for him.

FD: Dear Valerie, I understand that emotions are running high, but I need to be absolutely clear: your accusations are unfounded. My correspondence with Lee has been strictly professional and related to writing, nothing more. There have been no inappropriate photos, messages, or hidden meanings of any kind. I take my professional integrity seriously and won’t allow false claims to damage it. I wish your family well and hope this matter can be settled here now. Sincerely, Donna

ME: LOL. I saw the pictures, you lying slut. I’m not blind. It’s YOU. Or are you now going to claim you have an evil double, an identical twin, or a split personality disorder? No “professional” writer would send an email like you sent my husband tonight. It’s laughable. What planet are you on?

It’s funny that this scammer takes his “professional integrity seriously”… while masquerading as Donna Tartt as part of con to swindle me out of money on fake book club appearances and non-existent marketing services. What I don’t get is why he kept engaging with “my wife” after the first response. Why bother defending himself? Did he really think he still had a shot at selling their swindle?