I have no idea where to send this, but I have to write it anyway.
You did so much, for so many people. You took care of so many things and yet you forgot one thing. Dammit, why couldn't spare a bit of that for yourself?
But that wouldn't have been you, would it? You always were one of the most giving, unselfish people I'd ever known. You helped people you barely knew and asked for nothing in return.
Dammit again, why, why couldn't you just spend a little of that to take care of yourself?
Hey everyone. I know it's been a while. Health problems, which are getting better, then they dead computer, and house hunting has taken a bunch of time. First off, thank you all who offered me a yell on the computer situation. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am stubborn about that kind of thing but I appreciate all the offers. I have a new computer now and am feeling much better. It may still be a while before I start doing things again, because we are closing on a house, are getting involved in moving and getting all the utilities including Internet set up.
I just wished to take the time to wish all of you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays today since I'll be busy tomorrow. So, as Tiny Tim said, "A Merry Christmas Everyone!"
And no, I wasn't alive back then. My grandfather was, though. He made his living as a butcher back in the thirties, moving between Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas and Missouri as the work was available. I also know, from personal experience, that he was one mean SOB if provoked and a sane person did not want to make him mad at them.
Back when the original Bonnie and Clyde movie with Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway came out he once told me that he'd known Clyde Barrow. Who was a mean SOB (that coming from one) who grandad wouldn't turn his back on.
I recently received permission to post stories by Diana Kimberly Heche here and was very excited about that. She is a fine writer, story teller, and a lot of her stories are old enough that they aren't getting the attention I think they deserve. With Diana's approval, I'll be posting around two chapters a week until the story is all told. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
For now, aside from comments, anything you would like to say to Diana should be sent to me and I'll forward it to her.
I was idly checking things today and decided to check my account just to make sure things were as they should be. Then I scrolled to the bottom to see that I'd been given over twelve thousand Kudos. I'm humbled.
For those of you who had been following my Zephyr story I apologize. Family issues and an illness of my own interrupted it for far longer than should have been. The next chapter is in editing now, though.
Okay, I'm probably an idiot but I have new open universe for people to play in.
The premise is that magic is slowly coming back into the world. With some very interesting effects. Creatures from mythology are returning to the Earth, even the story book ones.
The Price of Betrayal and my currently ongoing 'Softly, Zephyr, Oh Come Softly' are in this universe.
If you have an idea please contact me and we'll discuss it.
That's all for now, other than the universe is called The Magic Returns'.
This isn't directed at anyone here, just some in-general observations and a recent experience of mine.
I was at the grocery store today and their self checkout lanes were down, so of course the registers that were going had long lines and people were patient about it given the obvious problems the place was having with its systems.
For those of you who have read Djinn Games, thank you for the comments and kudos.
But I changed my mind about something. The title just hadn't felt right to me, so the story is now 'The Price of Betrayal', so don't jump on it thinking it's another new one and get disappointed, please.
Why did I change it after posting the first chapter?
Well, Singing to the Moon is finally finished. Mainly because I kind of ran out of things to do to -- umm, do with Cindy just now. I'm sure my muse will find other interesting things in that nature as time goes on, though.
Now, Carmilla has been waiting patiently, or at least as patiently as she can, for her turn again, and Dahlia has been beating me about the head and shoulders with chaos to get attention. So I'll get back to those two for the time being just to keep the peace.
For those of you who have followed Shades of Grey, thank you. Thanks for the comments, the speculation, the arguments about justice vs vengeance, and mostly just for staying with me through the whole, largely uncomfortable story.
It has been noted that I never did say what my idea of justice is through the whole thing. No, I didn't and I won't do that here. I don't do politics, since in my experience, discussions like that tend to result in lots of arguments and bad feelings. Everyone has their own sense of justice, and nothing anyone else says is going to change that, right?
We just had another new addition to our family. I never thought I'd have children, let alone grandchildren, and now I have great grandchildren. Go figure. Though the father of my great grandchildren got started a bit early (I won't be sixty till later this year) I discover that in spite of the difficulties in my life I have been truly blessed.
I watch a lot of movies, okay it's one thing I do to just relax.
But the thing here is, why, why do the women in those always keep their high heels on?
A real woman (and me when I was going through RLT) would get rid of them in a heartbeat if they had to move quickly, quietly, or were in the wilderness.
Sorry, was just watching a movie where both female leads kept wearing their heels in a damned jungle.
And I know, I know, it's sexy and all that. But come on here.
First off, to all of you have stuck with me through this dark and rather disturbing story, thank you. I know it isn't always easy to read, and trust me at times it isn't easy to write. I do appreciate all of you who have even at least looked at the story so far, and to those of you who have commented, do keep them coming. Comments give me ideas, and show me what I should do to clear things up storywise so what's happening is understandable to the readers.
I just want all my readers to know that I do appreciate all the comments. Some of those are as entertaining to me as the story seems to be to all of you.
So don't worry, there is more coming and Dahlia's intemperant mouth won't stop. She can't help the smart assed comments, it's just in her and she can't fight it all that well.
Hi all. More of A Walk in the Dark has been kind of slowed down for several reasons. I recently bought a new computer, with a new OS (for me) so am playing with that to figure out how to get it to do what I want when I want instead of what it thinks I should do. I spent a month doing that with XP, by the way. But I'll get there. I actually like Windows 7, which is one up on when I first got XP.
There is fine story by Danielle J titled Duty,Honor, Country, Family that isn't getting any comments. I can tell from the votes that people are reading it. I know it's complex and difficult to comment on, but is it that hard to just leave an "I like it." for Danielle on this one?
Merry Christmas to all of you, and please accept my well wishes for any other holiday you prefer.
I was raised to honor Christmas, and I still do it, though I do know there are other holidays and beliefs that are important at this time of year.
May all of you, have the best holiday possible and maybe some will get a miracle. You don't know how much I wish everyone could have one. But please, be well, share the holiday with someone, and let all the other problems go for at least a day.
You know, this story started out as an exercise in just seeing what if? I thought it would be fun to give the evil side of things it's turn instead of doing all that nicey, nicey good guy stuff.
It turns out that I have two good, decent people (Sam and Dylan/Dahlia) stuck with being creatures who are inherently evil in spite of their own personal inclinations. And everyone who sees them in this new world are going to just assume that they are evil because of what they are.
On this story... I started it weeks ago and got stalled for awhile. Thanks to Lillith's help I got past that and now the chapters just seem to tell me what is happening. I know it's kind of tedious just now, by the way, but Dylan/Dahlia has to get used to being what she is. These first chapters are about her learning that.
I promise that once that is done things are really going to be fun.
I know some of you are going to ask why I didn't enter this in the contest for Christmas stories. I didn't want this one to be in a contest. It's just my gift to all of you.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and may someone love you as much as that little boy loved his sister.
Yes, everyone it is another one of those for me. (Armond, it may not be today, or tomorrow, but remember -- revenge is a dish best served cold. Blabbermouth. :) )
A lot has happened this past year for and to me. As with everyone else, some of it good some of it bad. My health took a downward turn, but that is balanced by my learning to not only cope but to use other skills I've learned to not let that slow me down any more than necessary.
Right now I'm feeling a mix of elation and sadness. A story I've lived with, thought about and sweated over for years is finished. It's never easy to let your children go, I know this because my youngest is moving out on her own tomorrow, both instances are bittersweet but tell me that I've managed to do something right even with all the mistakes made along the way.
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