Anybody Irish reading my blog? I have a story idea that takes place in Ireland, and I would love to get some basic facts right ...

Well, I'm feeling much better today. Not only has the pain in my stomach subsided, but I got to spend an hour at Erin Payne's house, and got licked to death by her two dogs. Who knew the cure for depression was a couple of fuzzy little critters?

Been re-reading "Sweat and Tears" by Steff the Cyclist, and despite some graphic descriptions, its one of the very best stories about male sexual abuse I have ever read. Fortunately, most of her stuff is much happier, but if you can hang on through the darkness, Sweat and Tears is a amazingly well written read.

I have a couple of question for my readers:

I am in some pain today, and its worrying me a little.

First, my right knee feels off, and I've had trouble supporting my weight (not that my weight is feather-like, or anything).

Had an interesting conversation recently on the subject of the role of women in comics and comic-book movies, and here is my opinion.

Well, I have some good news about my foot. My doctor had sent my information to a foot clinic, and I went there today, and the doctor there assured me that the growth isn't cancer, that its just scar tissue, and gave me a steroid shot to help start the healing process. I will need at least a couple more of these shots, one every two weeks, and hopefully, that will be the end of that.

I'm super glad.

Well, Erin's little challenge has sparked my muse back to life. We'll just have to see what comes of it ...

I've been thinking about this for a long time, and maybe its time I shared my thoughts.

Its turning out that my gender is the easiest problem to solve.

Just saw an interesting commercial. It was regarding a drug proscribed for several mental conditions like ADD, and apparently it had the side effect of growing breasts on men. Why do I feel like this could be a story here?

Well, I almost lost it in church yesterday. As part of the service, they allowed people to come up to the front, light a candle, and say something they are grateful for. I went up, and thanked the church for their acceptance of me, and barely kept the tears back. Then, after the service I tried to explain what it meant to me that the church treats me like just another woman, and I almost lost it again ...

I am so blessed, yes?

Well, after being one of the most prolific writers on here for the last four and a half years, I am facing the real possibility that my ideas cupboard is growing close to bare. Maybe all my brainpower is wrapped in my autobiography, but its possible that outside of a few crumbs that I might be able to bring to life, my days as a writer are numbered ...

If that occurs, I want my friends to know I will continue to contribute in other ways. I will comment and encourage other authors, and I will keep my blog going with whatever is happening in my life.

Its a wonderful (trans) life?

I was watching "Its a wonderful life" last night, and it got me thinking about the impact my existence.