I might sound like a broken record and frankly I don't give a damn anymore. I'm just really tired of writing and not getting any recognition for it. All I have is writing...there's nothing else. The fact that everyone only seems to care about one thing I write or one genre---whether it be The Center, the CRU or the DarkRealms---as soon as I try to do something different, I get nothing for it. I was super excited about writing The Underappreciated. It was new and fresh and I actually enjoyed writing again. Sadly the last few chapters I've posted have done nothing.

to the families of the children killed by a gunman at Sandy Hook school in Newton, Connecticut earlier today. I can't begin to understand the pain and heart ache they must be feeling and so close to Christmas.

I just feel so sad.

Angharad

I had given up on my previous endocrinologist, with good riddance. Two of the three visits I made to her office I left feeling pretty bad about myself, and I was already pretty low. Anyone that has been tracking my blogs know that I was pretty near to giving up on life.

Hello,
For those of you who remember April Ashley from the 1960’s here is a lovely article about her receiving her MBE yesterday,
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Due to a hardware failure on another server, and the need to test hardware. One of our servers (Eva) which is the primary Star Stuff server, is going to be taken offline.

so too tired to think about writing, besides, you had two from me yesterday.

Hopefully, Bike will be back tomorrow.

Angharad

I promised myself--and all of you--that I wouldn't talk about my story or the contest again here, but as with most of my promises, it was a far easier thing to make than to keep.

But I do have a good reason for breaking my promise. I've been spending the last few days--in between medical appointments, Christmas parties, and personal responsibilities--trying to pull together some 17,000 words of story fragments into something coherent. I have enough material in a decent-enough state of completion for the first two installments. From the looks of things, my little story is going to be a novella before I'm through, if not a full-fledged novel.

I got a call from the Grey Nuns hospital where I was supposed to be taking part in the day program in January. The doctor I talked to said the day program may not be a good fit for me, since I work nights and have Samantha in the evenings. But I will see him a week from today, and hopefully he can find some other alternative.

I really don't know what's wrong with me. I wish I knew, really I did. It's the fact that I know who I am, I know what I am, but still I hide it from the world and even from myself.

I miss this as a regular feature. Use this one to bring yourselves up to date or remind yourselves of what you're missing.

http://www.gocomics.com/skinhorse/2012/12/12

I know my latest story is dark, and probably not everybody's cup of tea. Frankly, its really hard to write too, so I'll be trying to wrap it up as fast as I can.

The story posted today included the tag as being Forced Fem, however I did that so as not to offend some of those who tend not to read stories tagged as such. It's not true that it was forced on the boy unless you consider the fact that it was mother nature that decided for him. Thanks to all that do read it and I hope you enjoyed it. Best wishes for one and all for the holiday and an extended thanks to the staff of B.C. Joe

I titled this blog under travel because there is no title listed as 'Incidents' Anyway ...

Well, last night, my brother gave me a lift to work, and boosted my car. While we drove out there, we talked about life and death, faith and feelings, salvation and sanctification.

The first and probably only cold snap has hit South Texas. So we get our winter this year, according to extended forecasts this should last into the first part of January, but I'm skeptical. Time to go shopping for a winter wardrobe (I wish). Now I know you Yankees are poo pooing our winter, but when eight months out of the year temperatures are 95 ° and above you get excited when the cold comes. I will be enjoying my walks in the fresh morning air for awhile. So this Texas gal says bundle up little dogies and keep warm if you can, find someone to cuddle up with. Freezing smiles, Jenn.

My sister, Ellen, died earlier today. She was 59.

shalimar

It's funny how stories tend to get away from you. I came across two things last night that I guess I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often. On Crystal's Cyberboard, there was mention of a TG story site I'd never heard about and clicked on the link. On the site were the first two installments of "The Relucatant Girlfriend" which they never asked if it was okay to post. I guess it's not a big deal since I was still credited and at one time, those stories were on at least six different sites including one translation into French.

Happy Chanukah to all my friends here at BCTS.

Rami

Well, my car wouldnt start last night, and I probably didnt handle it well. I got a ride home from a friend, being unable to find the number for my road-side service company, and afraid that a tow truck would take forever in this kind of weather.

I focused on going home, figuring my best chance of thinking straight would be after getting a nights sleep, but I should have realized my mom would panic and wake me up and freak out when she realized the car wasnt home.