Wow, I cant believe its been one year since I joined and started to work on The Other side of the Forest. A great big warm thanks to everyone who has read my stories, left me a Comment or a Kudos. I'm pleased to know that you have enjoyed my little scribblings and I hope that you will continue to do so with the new ones as well. Thanks again for reading.

buá­ochas a ghabhá¡il leat cairde

-Elsbeth

I just wanted to let my readers know that I've had to back down from my twice a week posting pace for two reasons. First, I've had to put in a lot more hours at work the past few weeks and it is cutting into my writing time. Second, I've made some changes to my first draft of Taylor's confrontation with her father (part 16) and the family meeting (part 17). I think the result that I posted is better overall than my original draft and I'm really pleased with how it turned out.

Thanks to a story by Bailey Summers, I've been thinking about my dad. As most of you know, He committed suicide when I was 5 years old. They call it "depression" but somehow, it just doesnt seem to cover this total inability to see himself as a person of worth. He lived his last few years as if all the blessings in his life were stolen property that would be taken from him as soon as he was caught with them ....

I know this struggle in myself far too well. Too many days have started or ended with me feeling like I was getting an "F" in life .....

If anyone is interested in attending such an event, pencilled in dates are for second weekend in June, please drop me a line.

So, all these Fey, daemon, sucubbus stories are very new to me but I have found a series that begins to pull it all into focus. "Lost Girl" available on Net Flix is really entertaining and I can just see a T version of it appearing on BCTS. Personally, Kinzi would be the likely candidate for unwanted transformation. The unwanted part is to cure reader guilt, and she turns into a dynamite looking chick, enough perhaps for the one handed readers.

I just got to thinking, yeah I know its a terrible waste of space when I do that, about certain authors.

Okay,I understand that everybody is working very hard to make things all spiffy on here, and I do appreciate it. But I just want to scream when I spend a fair amount of time composing a comment, only to get a "Site Offline" message, I just want to scream! I can't even hit the back button on my browser anymore, Firefox apparently wants to refresh the page or something because I am stuck in an endless loop of "site offline" pages. I've ranted to Firefox about the problems but not gotten a peep in reply.

Happy Birthday Drea!

In doing some research, I found that in certain populations, Menarche could start as late as 17 but that was 40 years ago. Now, the average start of Menarche has fallen to 12.75 for the upper limit.

Some nice person from my church took some pictures of me yesterday, and I asked her to send me a copy. So I thought I'd share.

Quite a few readers on this site, myself included, tend to prefer completed stories to part completed serials, many of which will never be completed, so it would be good if there was an effective way of searching for Completed stories.

I have been working on getting another chapter out, but with looking for work, dealing with being sick, twice, and the emotions that have come up after the funeral, I find it hard to write at times. Hopefully I will get something out soon.

Thanks

While our online collaborations may be playful, our friendship is just that and so much more. An inspiration and encouragement to me from the moment we 'met' here. Please join with me in wishing happy birthday to one of the truest friends and sisters anyone could ever know. Many happy returns of the day, dear one. I love you with all my heart. Happy Birthday!

just came home from church. Not only a nice service on hungering for God, but a communion service, and they also gave me a healing oil and a prayer. I also got a chance to have a nice long chat with the minister's partner, and she's really cool. Finally, I have a church I can call home ....