There is new Gaby both here and on my site today.

So I am going to write a scene in which the protagonist must kill an assailant, but doesn't and gets the shit beat out of her.

Sorry all...

I thought I would have part 4 of 'Summer Girl' up, but I got hit by a case of REAL LIFE. I hope this week I'll post it (when I finish my homework and chores), so I'll try...

The new novel is at the editors. I would like to publish it by Thursday, but you know how things go with editors.

Anyway I have a question. A poll if you would. Which do you prefer....

I just sat down and re-read a bookmarked story - Aunt Arethusa's Legacy - and realized that Ricky hadn't posted in several years, after being a rather frequent poster.

Any word from anyone?

I was going through 'My Stories' list today. I do it every day to see if anyone has left a comment. Anyway, I noticed the very poor reception that two of my stories received: Five Love Stories en Brochette, and Bobbie and the Glass Ceiling. The later was about a golf tournament, and I can understand the lack of interest. Unfortunately for those who didn't read it, there was a tremendous amount of information there pertinent to the whole Cynthia Chronicles series. That story required quite a bit of research, and probably took six months to shape up. That's okay.

Trying to find a story I read several years ago. Mom wants son to get a haircut, son refuses. Mom makes a deal, if he can keep his hair off his collar for 30 days he can keep it. Son learns a variety of updos with his mom's help. But one evening he and his mom are seen at a drive-in by two of the really popular girls when he has his hair in a Gibson Girl style. They recuit him to help them get away from their abusive boyfriends.

More than six years ago I discovered BCTS. What a wonderful discovery it was. Because my CRS, I will probably forget to say anything about my sixth anniversary of being an official member of this wonderful place when the time rolls around a few weeks from now. Strike while the iron's hot. It will be six years near the end of this month that I tentively made my first official ventures as a participant here here. I've met some wonderful people. Unfortunately, too many are departed. Thank you everyone for your wonderful contributions. Thank you for reading and commenting on mine.

What happened to the story where this guy was dying and went down a worm hole and wound up a Princess with a pet dragon? It is recent within the last 6 months and I do not think it was finished. They were just getting ready for war with humans that had found them.

Marina Kelly and I have developed a final chapter for our story 'Womanless Beauty Pageant'.

Last July I revisited Aviano Air Base north of Venice, Italy. We spent three days driving around the area, and spent one day following The Prosecco Road in the Treviso Province of the Veneto to the west of Aviano. It is beautiful country. We found the vineyards where the grapes of our favorite prosecco are grown. We also learned the hard way about the changes in European cars that have not reached North America. One being that the engine stops when you come to a full stop.

There is a writer here, who, despite making some very good stories, has a terrible tendency to put herself down, and say she's not really a writer.

The Family Girl Blogs (aka "The New Working Girl Blogs") Blog #67: In Remembrance To see all of Bobbie's Family Girl Blogs, click on this link: http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/28818/family-girl-blogs

As many of you know, Holly Hart passed away recently. 40 days ago, to be exact.

I don't really know about others, but among traditional Catholics, we usually hold a requiem mass forty days after a loved one's passing. I was not a relative of Holly's IRL, so I did not think it proper to arrange for such a mass. So all I did was to include Holly's name (both as Holly Logan and Holly Hart) in the list of mass intentions for yesterday's regular service (people can ask a priest to offer a Mass for several reasons, like for example, in thanksgiving, for the intentions of someone else, like a birthday, or for the repose of the soul of someone who has died).

I am not a "real" relative, nor do I think Holly was Catholic, nor particularly religious. I guess this is more for me more than anything, to declare my wishes for her, and to declare my sadness that she's gone.

Well, it’s not much yet, but I do have a new website up and running. You can find it at www.mnthomasbooks.com. Stop by, take a look, and let me know if you have thoughts. I built this site myself, and having never done one before, there is a lot of room for improvements, which will go along with a lot for education for me.

First, I'd like to thank everyone that's read and commented on this story. There are a couple of things to remember about Mark/Amanda, age. I can't think of a twelve year old child that thinks in anything but black and white. Grey isn't even a concept at this age. Secondly, Mark loves his best friend and her oppinions are important to him. Now, the bad news, I'm going to post chapter seven this afternoon which contains acliff hanger.

I remember reading a story about this boy who watch as some of his buddies where turn into girls at a school he going to. and a girl he knows is witch along with some of the teachers cant remember who wrote it but it was a good story. would like to read it again

Over four years ago, while looking over what Erin’s Big Closet had to offer I came upon a story that intrigued me. It wasn’t the categories the author used to define her story. If anything they were a turn off, for I don’t bother with stories tagged as having magic or science fiction elements. While I expect there are many great stories that do, they are not my cup of tea.

B.J, (ie) bamajoe, had just put the final touches on what he thought might be a marginally good Halloween contest story, when sudden his muse went into to over drive and a spin off story just flowed across his keyboard. Ten pages then twenty, he even broke that cardinal rule having lunch at his desk which include coffee, (as for at rule hot liquids and keyboards are not good friends) soon after he was up to thirty three neatly type and roughly edited pages. Then POOF, it all just vanished.

Something triggered a memory of a story but I don't remember title or author.

The first collaborative effort by myself and my ever gracious Anglo-Irish co-writer is now available on Kindle.

Enjoy

Nancy Cole,
a.k.a. HW Coyle

This was originally intended to be a comment on a comment on a recent blog entry, but I was rambling and going WAY off topic, so here it is on its own.

looking for a story I don't know if I read here or on another site. Its a father had to go on a working vacation and his wife and son was invited. and when they left home they forgot his suit case. And everyone thought he was a girl.

When should we leave well alone?

Okay I have been searching for ages for a story.

Setting: boys boarding school
Character: Unsure of Tom possible Tammy/Tamara