Well, the one possibly good thing that came out my dinner with my brother was that he is sending my email contact info and my story "I am Nine years Old" to his friend who works with abused kids. Its possible he will be able to help me, but its really hard to wait for him to get a hold of me.

Much to my utter dismay, AS IF, someone took exception to something I wrote and it made me feel quite sad. So, I took my utter sadness to a published author who I know has taken a great deal of criticism and gone on living. I did not actually think I would get a reply very soon, if at all, but at least I had tried.

Much to my astonishment, I received a reply within hours! What was said felt so profound to me that I decided to share it here, though I left the confidential part out:

Well, the first snow storm of the winter has arrived. Going to make going to work tonight fun ....

Meanwhile, I'm feeling a bit better, but my daughter is sick - just a cold, I hope. Hugs to all.

Hi

I am having a bit of a break, so am away from my home for a while. I have recently posted Whispers in the Mind onto Kindle, but will not remove it from those few places you can see it for free.

See My page on Amazon here: Tanya Allan's Page

Tanya

Hi...

Did you ever experience that one of your characters started to scare you? It just happened to me with the protagonist of my most recent story. He started out in a rather bad situation and I invented reasons for him to be there. I filled him with life and realized I made somekind of dark prophecy about my own life. The protagonist suddenly became my author avatar and was found wanting... It made me wonder if I'm really that bad, if my life and reasoning is that shallow and depressive.

Wow. Well, I've always said that time's fun when you're having flies... or something like that. What a great place Erin and her assistants have created and maintained for us all.

Thanks to all of you for all your hard work, dedication and commitment to all us frustrated scribblers, and to those who read our efforts.

Catherine Linda Michel

Is what it says on the "My Account" section.

Sounds almost like saying four minutes and sixty seconds, doesn't it?

So anyway, it means I have been here at this site for five years.

Bloody Hell!

I don't think I've been a member of anything for that long and I owe it all to you lot.

Erin has to sit at the top of my thanks though, for if she did not have the tenacity and strength to keep this place alive, I certainly wouldn't have been here for that long and neither would any of the rest of you.

In my writing of this next short story, I really did exercise my poetic license to the point that I might get a healthy fine. I hope you all like it, though I know some will not. I think I will call it "Battle Field To Cradle". I plan to publish it shortly after this blog entry. And yes, it is TG, and with some spanking (my trade mark) and some chains and bondage along the way, though none of it is sexual, she just needs a bit of correction for a short time is all.

I decided to see how long I have been a member. I
ve been with BCTS for seven years and two weeks. just 12 years and 50 weeks to go to have made a career here.

Pippa's post about her half-thirteenth anniversary remind me. Last week was the twelfth anniversary of BigCloset.

Someone (thanks again, mittfh) has been intrigued by the working of Jeffrey/Denise's cute card hustle in the last chapter of 'A Quiet Night In'.

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/20170/susie-and-jeffre...

Susie and Jeffrey have used this as an excuse to engage in a little Siscratic dialogue about the maths behind the trick. They've added a rambling comment explaining why, in this case, 729 is the answer to life the universe and everything. If a minority of a minority of a minority are interested, it's at -

Christmas. I know it is a month and a half away, but already it raises its head. I am not on top form at the moment, with the PTSD making inroads into my daily thoughts, and the usual feelings of 'unreal' and 'fraud' sitting laughing at me. As I came home today, the boss was pushing me to come out on the team Christmas do next month, and it was all I could do not to cry in front of him. He is a good friend, but he deserves better from me.

Not a good time at the moment, so whatever I write may suffer. Sorry.

Sorry, you all should know by now that I can never resist a good bit of linguistic fun. I consider the Japanese phrase that roughly equals the English "Long time no see" much more linguistically pleasing. But I'm strange.

Well I was up at 4:30 AM and the temp was 32 and the car said 29 in some places NOW THAT IS COLD FOR FLORIDA IN NOVEMBER . We are going up to mid 70's later and the 80's for the next week WEIRD weather for the whole country -- LOVE TO EVERYBODY RICHIE2

Well, my daughter came over this afternoon, and I spent several hours just watching TV and movies and cuddling with her and my mom and my dog. I needed that, and once again I am reminded just how blessed I am to have my daughter, and how much my transition would hurt her. Ah, well.

Big closet was down for me for over an hour and now that it is back up, it looks like it was hacked extremly well by a bunch of idiots. My sincere thanks go to them for causing Erin and her people all this work and heartache.

Grew up with a lot of veterans around me and with the stories they told me. I'm not talking about the politicans or if a war is right. I'm talking about the women and men that did the sweating, the bleeding and, sadly enough, the dying. Maurice (kind of grandpa/ KW vet Be), Tom (friend of Maurice / KO vet Be, Joe (J Hess/KW vet US), Thank you for spending time with a kid. To every vet's and the women and men currently in uniform, thank you.