I felt nothing, although my housemate and her Daughter said they did. It was a 5.9 quake centered in Mineral, Virginia. No word yet on injuries/deaths/property damage anywhere and no damage of any kind or injuries here in Southwestern New York State.

Catherine Linda Michel

I wanted to take a moment to talk about my last couple of pieces. First, to put "Night Entries" to bed, I wanted to mention that its sort of Maeryn's fault. I was reading her story "Trick of the Mind.", and I kept seeing the little blerb at the start saying it was for the challenge "Written from the heart." I started thinking - what if I wrote something from the heart? What would it look like? And then the idea of an autobiography just seemed to fall into place. Then I made the choice to write it like I had a diary in those days, and the story flowed from there.

Since I have been told so nicely that I write crap in my latest post and since the reads are so low I will be discontinuing my current series and will refrain from posting anything new for quite some time. I will continue to visit to check out some blogs and will most likely post a story some time during Christmas if I get around to it.

I thank all those who have been supportive. But spending 3 hours typing so I could post a story to be told I write crap and suggest that I enjoy abusive situations makes the endeavor not really worth my time and energy.

Well, here it comes again. I shall be away for a while this weekend at the festival that features so strongly in my stories. I shall have instruments with me...but I shall not be writing.

Here's a very sympathetic story from a major US newspaper about a transgendered sanitation worker. It includes a link to a video.

http://blog.nj.com/njv_barry_carter/2011/08/carter_the_remarkable_lives_on.html

Kris

Since there will be a mostly harmless shower scene, I'm probably going to raise the rating to R for this chapter, simply because there will be some description of female nudity and bathing. Nothing overtly sexual, thanks to it being from Drew's perspective, were the same shower scene written from Christina's perspective... Might have to take it up even higher ;P

So... Chapter 3 could possibly be done... maybe.

I'm having difficulty deciding whether to post the chapter as-is, with only half as many words as the other two chapters so far and most other chapters are likely to have, and this, having taking over twice as long to write. Or, switch back from Janet's perspective to Drew's and keep writing (which is what would happen anyways, but as a new chapter), probably wind up taking until late Sunday to finish, and ending up with a chapter-and-half chapter length.

Here is an interesting cartoon I found in today's paper.

This is a direct link to the strip that may be gone tomorrow.

http://www.gocomics.com/brainwaves/

You may be able to see it later by clicking on September 03 2010 in the upper right corner for a while longer.

I'm not familiar with the site, just happened across it in the Indianapolis Star online.

Why September 03 2010 showed up today, I have no idea.

Well, I'm doing much better. Thanks to all who took the time to send a message of encouragement. Meanwhile, I decided to work on some lighter writing projects rather than do something depressing. Stay tuned!

Does anyone know why crystal hall is down?

OK, so yesterday and today I rode through the same exact speed monitor next to a school zone, at the same exact time. This is a 35mph zone when school's not either starting or ending. Yesterday, I get clocked going 31mph, today, 28mph. Yesterday, I think almost every single motorist who passed me through there honked at me and yelled at me to get off the road... I was going faster than your typical Sunday driver for freaks sake! Today, only ONE car honked at me and yelled to get off the road, and this was a coupla miles back before the speed monitor.

Why Me?

Why Do I feel like this?
Why do I trust People that are not worth trusting?
Why am I the way that I am?
Why do I want to be what I am not?
Why do I need to be what I am not, already?
Why do I lose control of my life?
Why do I try, Why do I care?
Why am I a failure, Why am I a freak?
Why do I let my past control my future?
Why do I let my past control me?
Why do I keep living?
How can I change, how I feel?
Would others lives be better without me?
Would things, be better if I was the real me?
Would things be better without me?