Okay, if I'd thought about it, I shouldn't have been surprised.

Okay, some one has probably mentioned this before, while doing research for chapter 9 of Unexpected Atractions, I came across this, and thought it was interesting. Of course, we are not a target market...however...

http://cancer.about.com/od/copingwithcancer/a/uterus_trans.htm

I think I have that right. I was looking up GRS and found this about Uterine transplants. Maybe it'll work for us...someday.

http://www.wired.com/medtech/health/news/2006/11/72174

You draw your own conclusions. Discuss.

Well, today I was told to stay off work. Snow had closed it down, and looking out the window at nine eleven PM my time, the snow is still coming down, and the road past my placeis nearly shut. The drifts on my walk around today were nearly at my knees. Not big stuff compared to other countries, but it's bad enough fora cyclist. Ice under powder snow, now being covered with fat flakes. So...I should call myself 'Walker' now!

For some reason, I don't really understand how this works, chapters 14 & 15 of The Redhead and the PM that I posted last night dropped off the surface of the earth. This link might get you there if you are looking for it. Please read and comment.

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/23916/redhead-and-pm-c...

Portia

Somehow, my short story is approaching 1,200 episodes, so it's time I asked if readers want me to continue it for a bit longer - the last time was two hundred episodes ago. This is of course assuming our gracious landlady will permit accommodation for a bit longer - maybe we could all give a little more towards the rent, I know she struggles with it.

I'm still working on a Hatbox story, but it's very slow, plus I have a Gabysode in progress and I know someone would like another Bonkers for her Christmas present, plus I get asked about Snafu and Charlotte fairly regularly.

I've run into a problem and can't finish an editing job for Wren Phoenix. Her story is compelling, quite romantic, and is running in excess of nine chapters.

I'm more of a stand-alone story writer, but someone who has experience with serials would enjoy editing for Wren.

If you're interested, contact her directly.

Jill

Hello all,

Enemyoffun was nice enough to post a blog letting some of you know that I've been incommunicado for the last three weeks. My motherboard and CPU had to be replaced on my new laptop that's not even a year old yet. Of course it had to happen right during an epic writing spree and on NaNoWriMo. I would have had that sucker beat in the first week! GAH!

Anyway. I'm still returning emails and PM's, so if you haven't heard from me that's why. I'm back now and my fingers are seriously itching to write something. So to work I go.

I've had several emails from members of my "other" community who are quite frightened. I am sure that most of you are aware of the attempted bombing in my home town, Portland, Or. It is the women who have most reason to be frightened, because the Hijab "brands" us. It is likely that many of them will be going out sans Hijab in the future.

I do not have that choice. For me it is Hijab or dress as a Man. I can not wear a wig.

Home again, home again... jiggidy jig...

So the Vacation was awesome and I feel loads better. Sorry for the late posting of the story but unfortunately my home phone is dead and thus my net is down. It sucks, but until I have money I am banging rocks in the cave... metaphorically. Anyway... I just wanted to share. Talk to you all later.

Ciao.

Christmas is Coming.

Christmas is coming
And Bonzi’s getting fat
He stole a piece of chicken;
He’s good at doing that.
He’s teaching to that Izzy
The tricks he’s learned to do.
And she is keeping busy
Learning things anew.
Keeping cats at Christmas
A right old pair of thieves,
They’ll steal the milk from porridge
Without a by your leaves.
I wouldn’t be without them,
The pesky rotten pair
Keep me warm in winter
Perhaps they really care.

Angharad 28.11.10

This has been an unusual morning for me. What began as another pointless argument with my mother actually turned into something worthwhile for the both of us. I've learned a lot about her today that I didn't realize before, and I've been shamed for it, I'll freely admit.

The important thing is, I learned she isn't clueless, as I once believed by her previous reactions. In the past I've tried to talk to her about my being transgendered, and it's resulted in some pretty upsetting responses. The thing is, she doesn't remember any of it.

My birthday was a bit disappointing. I had some longtime family friends there as well as my brother, sister-in-law and nephew. The small group of friends that I personally invited never showed up at all. I was very hurt and disappointed, but I guess that's life! I told people that I won't celebrate any more birthdays, because I don't want to get so excited about seeing my friends and then have them decide that I wasn't worth their time. It felt like all the times I was rejected in High School. I got to the point that I withdrew and quit putting myself out there to be hurt again.

Chapters 10 and 11 are now posted. I'm sure some of you have been wondering if anything was going to happen. Well, we are one quarter of the way through the story, and things start to happen very fast.

Today my family will declare me to be over-the-hill officially as I have achieved that milestone that women don't talk about. I have my George Jones CD cued to "I Don't Need Your Rocking Chair" and I will use it to remind everyone who rubs it in too much! There is a few more miles left in this girl before she is officially "Over -the- hill" I don't intend to go quietly either! At least I can say I have the best gift already. The wonderful friends and family I have!

Well, it seems like i am fighting the first major depression since i started taking my medication. It started with a sleepless night last night, and pretty much has gone downhill from there. hopefully, i can ride it out, and find a way to hold on until it ends.