I was standing at the Bus Stop yesterday, and saw a thin, 20ish looking, woman standing there reading a book. She had shoulder length black hair,wore a flowered blue slim dress that covered her shoes, and had a Toreador length little green jacket over it.

Often I read a story and don't comment. It's not that I don't like the story, it's more laziness on my part. I read the comments and too often someone has said what I wished that I would have said.

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I tend to agree with those who say this scum should rot in jail for the rest of his misbegotten life...NO parole!!!

While cycling up The South Dorset Ridgeway on the A354, I got happy-slapped by a car diven by a youth with presumably his friend who did the slapping. Sadly, I didn't get the number, or a proper look at them being too busy struggling with the gradient and effects of gravity on my fat little body and bike laden with my work stuff.

I wasn't hurt, suffering only a light hit on the buttock, but it could have knocked me off or caused me to lose control of the bike and get myself run over: either way, I could have been badly injured.

This Author is like Billy The Kid, or Elvis. I keep hearing rumors of sightings and comments but no resumption of what, in my opinion, is one of the classic stories here.

It's time to reconfigure a few things on the pute, I was wondering how much space you set a side for works in progress and tales that look interesting enough to save on the side. Also is ms word ok to post onto the site or is there something easyer to deal with? Thinking of writing but not to thrilled with word. scthea

Yes, yes, we've already established that I am a horrible geek, but I still feel happy to be able to say that Oh, Cheers just recently passed the five thousand hits mark, with Boys of Summer 1-10 rapidly approaching the same number!

Last September, October, and November was a very productive period of writing for me; however, since then I have basically been in a wasteland for writing.

The news about my dad. I drove home for two nights on the 9th and 10th this month to see him. He had blood clots developed in his legs the previous week. He was operated and the swelling went down by the 13th. He was very chipper and in good spirits at the time. He said he wanted to live another 5 to 10 years. However, he has to do what the doctors tell him to do. Drink plenty of water, eat right and exercise. Well, he didn't do that. Now he had a relapse and lost some more strength. I talked to him briefly last Saturday. I told him I love him very much.

The following quotation is from the novel, The Danish Girl by David Ebershoff: it appears in the notes at the back, entitled a conversation with David Ebershoff.