I just wanted to thank Erin (and all her other personas) for creating the atmosphere of this site. I must say, I enjoy writing and I enjoy having an audience. But this site is so different than other story sites. It is so supportive and user friendly. I know that some of what I write doesn't appeal to all (or most) but at least those that appreciate what I am trying to accomplish let me know. I posted two stories yesterday, one seems to be a hit, and the other is moving up the hit list at a leisurely pace (like usual).

Well, last night I managed to do something so dumb it scares me - I was driving my daughter to her mom's, and instead I started heading for work. Fortunately, I caught the error in time, so no damage was done, but still, its pretty frightening.

1am (GMT) October 4th 2010. That's when I arrived here. You girls and guys and your stories (and your administrating, you know who you are) are so awesome, I decided to stay. ^_^ I have commented and blogged, but no stories of my own. Yet. I have started writing one, though I will not give a release date. After all, the future is clouded, uncertain, and possibly contains highly distracting shiny objects! = )
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I got a few very complimentary comments on my latest short story, and today I happened to notice that the read count had already broken 3,000. This got me wondering...

Not literally. My entry titles are often not literal.

Remember, though, how in Cinderella, the way they determined who she was, was by finding who the missing glass slipper belonged to. They determined that by trying to find who it was the "perfect fit" for.

Well, you may recall that I'd never been able to find gloves that fit until I couldn't find mens small and tried womens, finding that, for the first time in my life, I could actually understand the phrase "fits like a glove".

Heres the cover of the Gabycon guide

Mads

Sooooo...Tomorrow, Monday, I go up to Buffalo for my pre-op stuff. Unfortunately it isn't EXACTLY the pre-op I'd LIKE to be going for...this is for my cataract surgery, which will be done on Wednesday.

I'm very upbeat about this, and have complete confidence in the surgeons, and trying very hard not to obsess over the surgery itself, nor for the recovery and return to what I laughingly call "normal" sight in my one good eye.

"Phew, what a scorcher, Jeffrey! October the 1st is early this year."

"I blame the EUSSR, Susie. They're sending us their overheated, continental air and probably scheming to plunder our newly discovered gas reserves in return. The sooner our maritime climate reasserts itself, the happier I'll be."

"Hear, hear, Jeffrey, bring on the equinoctial storms, and let's turn our faces to the open seas. We've had more than enough trouble with dog days this autumn. It's not natural; the next thing you know, neutrinos will be travelling faster than the speed of light."

Well, last night, things were zooming along great until after the last coffee break. Then the slightly shaky feeling I'd had on and off blossomed into a full blown flashback that left me in tears and gasping for air. One day I would really like to be free of these blessed things ....

I've been thinking hard about why I have such a hard time sometimes with the idea of moving forward. It has a lot of factors - a lot of fear of losing my child, some general anxiety about the necessity of this transition, to name two. But one major factor is the fact that the closer I get to being female, the closer I get to the heart of my abuse. It was the justification my attacker used for his use of me, and it led to me making a connection between being girly and being hurt. I hope I can move past that part, eventually.

I just noticed as I was about to post this that my blogs are suddenly getting an awful lot of reads, I'm not that interesting am I?

Well, on to the purposes of writing this morning.

I've recently noticed that my fingernails, toenails, and the bit of skin that comes over them slightly, have all gotten incredibly healthy.

Well I thought I'd post an update and tell you folks that I'm almost finished with the sequel to Incompatible. The main part of the story is finished I just need to tie up some lose ends and maybe add a few details. I hope to have it completed by the end of next week, but it just depends on my schedule and how much writing I get done. The Sequel will be roughly half the length of Incompatible, but is an important bridge between the first and last stories.

But the next couple of stories won't be filled with sunshine and puppies. Sorry.

The past few weeks have seen some interesting occurrences. Mostly positive, but, you know what they say about "interesting times"...

For 36 years I have lived a conflicted life. I went through abuse when I was younger, but I made it through. I took up wrestling in High School and did pretty well at it. I have memories of my life as Keith that I will enjoy, but I have decided that the real, complete me must be set free. I have decided to transition, but maybe not in the way that many may think. I didn’t go out and buy a bunch of dresses (though that would be a hoot) and I didn’t start wearing makeup (I doubt I would do it correctly without practice) and I am not shouting out to the world I am trans accept me.

I know we all have car problems from time to time, and in speaking to a friend about mine realised she'd had problems too.

Well, my muse has been a busy girl. This is where things stand for me at the moment: "Notification Service", a look at a future war between the sexes with a focus on a family caught in the crossfire - status, almost done; "Command Performance", a dark story from one of my nastier nightmares - status, being beta tested; "Quest for the Silver Cleric", which will be my D & D story - status, in progress; "Indestructible", a slightly different super-hero story - status - in progress; and story whose title I cannot reveal, because it will give the game away, but it is also in progress.