Recently I made a post that was pretty down. I am getting better, working with my GT helps, but still it creeps up on me sometimes. If I made anyone nervous I apologize, overall many of you are better friends than I have in life.

One of my co-workers told me I'm kind of an ambassador, which I kinda struggled with as a concept.

In my new book I have a scene where a bunch of friends are having lunch and holding a conversation. The issue I am having is how to make the conversation flow without ending each line with A said B said A replied C added to the conversation etc.

Could anyone provide a way to make this work where it seems natural or point to an online reference. THANKS

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, everyone.

I was reading this book about a woman who has a breakdown on my breaks at work, and it got me thinking about visiting my brother in the mental ward when we were both kids.

Bill passed away this morning at 12:26am. (Sunday, October 7th, 2012).

His sister and cousin were with him. I only lasted 10+hours waiting....

I miss him more already.

With all the flashbacks and crap I've been fighting the last while, I havent had a lot of energy for writing. So it may be a while before I publish anything new, although I have the beginnings of a poem written ....

Hi everybody. I don't have a computer right now, and I am using my daughter's. The problem is, I don't see a wordpad or any other writing format I can use to continue my stories. She is using Windows 7. So, to everybody who reads my stories, please be patient until I can get this sorted out.

Hugs,
Barbara

Sometimes you have to tell modesty to take a hike and I don't mean in a whorish way.

This guy can sing both parts of A Whole New World.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9-CS2v8wcc

The body language works, too. With proper preparation, he would have no problem passing.

Living on a bouncing mood, Today is the birthday of my oldest daughter she is 11 years old today. My youngest will be 8 on the 14 of October. My step son my girls half brother will be 24 on the 27 of October. All of these People have enriched my life so much that I could never think of what my life would have been like with out them. My step son is an upstanding young man who is putting himself through school and has weathered a lot of stormy life experiences with both his honor and humor intact.

I'm going to make this post, as Celebration of the Man I knew. One of the few people in my life, with that designation, that I can say was a positive influence on my life.

First the sad part...

He had a major stroke about 2 weeks ago, and has been unconscious and unresponsive for the last week. The doctors have decided that there is no chance of his body making any recovery, he also has a high fever that they can't get to go down.

Bill was a great Man. He wasn't a politician, he wasn't a super hero, but his present affected many in this community.

Some have commented that I'm posting chapters a little to fast on Belle this week. I'm sorry but I'm trying to get to a certain part of the story but all this...stuff keeps getting in the way as I try to get there.

Want to Sell overactive muse cheap!

Thinking about the possibility of having another rectal exam got me very shaky today, to the point I was actually in tears.

I phoned the doctor's office about the stuff they were supposed to send to the gender specialist, and they dont have any record of the stuff at all. Nothing in my file except I came in for a full work-up, nothing else.

I honestly dont know what to do now.

My best option I think is to get the stuff from the gender doc again, go to a different doctor and go through the whole thing again, but considering I suffered a week of flashbacks after the last time, I would rather not.

This.... sucks.

My second BCTSiversary! ^_^

Some of you will find this silly. That's okay, I'm not always a grownup. I think many will understand.

Where a story just flows and flows and flows? Well I have done two chapters of Belle already and working on a third.

Sorry I need a place to vent Before I explode,. I would like to share some recent information I just discovered. My step Father the terror of my life passed away last year, he received a glowing sendoff by his new family and friends. New because when my mother died in 1999 January 1, he remarried and lived for another 12 years. His obituary held a wealth of information including all of his surviving kin from his recent marriage, all of his community service his square dancing with his new wife etc.

A year ago today, while I was in the middle of posting the epic Finding Jenny, I posted a little one off story called "The dress punishment." It has been very popular and I wanted to give those who weren't around last year a chance to take a look at it.

I just got back from the gender specialist, and while everything else is go, they never received from my family doctor the results of my physical.

I

AM

NOT

HAPPY

Hello.

I just thought I would forward the link to the above story in today’s Sun in the UK.
Here’s the link:

When I first came to this site I was prepared to, and did admire you, Erin. You are, after all, a successful, intelligent and articulate woman. But, in time, I realized that you were also controlling, unbending and not open to the views of others.

I see the gender doc tomorrow, and for some reason, I'm nervous. It will be the first time I see him since I got my exam, and since my family doc wants me to lose weight, I'm not sure what's going to happen.

Ah, well.

Just letting you know that other stories besides Transitioning Home might be spotty this month as I have to focus on my Firefly and Buddhism paper that is going to be published. That needs to be about 5k words and requires me to rewatch the series and Serenity plus read the comics. You people don't know the suffering I must endure for this. But I meditate and work to move past this.

Just fyi

I never like to do this but bills keep coming due. If you can please contribute. Either click on the Hatbox link i the right column to donate via Amazon or communicate with me through PM and I can give a Paypal or postal address. Thanks.

Hugs,
Erin

So here is one all you role playing geeks should love. The series "Heroes", a TV series that ran 4 years is too dark for me to watch it all. I'm in about a dozen episodes on Netflix.

How membership in the site works:

Sorry I didn't post part four of chapter 12 of Timeout 4 -- did I confuse anyone there? Sure confuses me -- last night.

I am posting today then heading out to enjoy the sunny fall day.

The Solo tag on my two recent standalone stories keeps getting reset to Series. I realise the titles are confusing as they seem to suggest a series, but they are both standalone stories and should be marked as Solo.

The titles of both commence A decade of Big Busts followed by a number, so I can understand why people should think them a series - in one sense they are, but the stories are unrelated to each other except by their publishing history.

I've had a few people compliment me on my transition, calling me "brave", and it got me thinking - Am I actually being brave, doing this?

Number three
Discovered 3

Hi, I am venturing into the realm of the comic strip. This is my first effort. Please let me know what you think.

Hi chaps and chapesses. It's been a while and I have to admit, I'm really embarrassed for not having accosted you with something for ages, but I just don't seem to be able to concentrate the way I did. Not to harp on about it, but the car accident really did something to me and ever since, I've had the devil's own job writing.

I've managed a couple of blogs and started ... well, I've tried to start many story ideas that have just wound up going round in ever-decreasing edits until I stop, thoroughly disheartened that I can't get anything together.

So haven't had time to write tonight, will try and do better tomorrow. Been out looking at fossils at Lyme Regis with a friend. Added an Orthoceras to my collection.

Recently I've been getting an ad here on Big Closet for Kindle Buffet, indicating it has some free ebooks for the Kindle.

I've been very guilty in the past of posting my own stories but really not reading other peoples. Most of it had to do with time restraints and also this annoying tendency I have to get other people's 'voice' stuck in my head. If I start reading someone, whether mainstream or online, I will tend to start writing in their cadence and using their structure and tone often, so, usually when I am writing I generally don't read anything.

Lots of stuff going on since I last posted.

I figured that a note to catch those who read my work was needed. Yes, I am playing the new game, but I have decided that I needed to do some work on another character, so I have been quickly putting together a quick post of Molly Hallmarks family. It should be ready to be edited later today, when I am done with errands and can finish it. So keep the faith and Tracy shall return soon.

I'm writing this about two weeks post-surgery. I hope it's useful to some.

Read previous entry here.

Morning came, and with my ablutions done I went to the reception, having gotten impatient in waiting for Jano. On the way down the elevator I saw a man who looked like he was Thai, dressed in semi-formal garb with long sleeved striped polo and slacks. “Konnichiwa,” he said to me, thinking I was Japanese. Hmm, who was that guy? I just smiled since it’s not that uncommon I get mistaken for a Korean or Japanese in my early 20s. Must be my orange hair, eyeliner, and semi-pigtails. Mostly my fashion sense is a mix of Hong Kong and Japanese style, and a little young for my actual age of 28, but that’s just how I am. Being a managing partner of our own multimedia firm and marketing communications lead in my day job gives me certain liberties in my fashion sense. Getting to the reception area at the 3rd floor of the hospital, I quickly got registered and found out that my surgery date had been bumped up by one day, so instead of two days later I was having it the next day. Yay! But that also means we have one remaining day to finish our project.

There is an interesting discussion at this link about being transgendered in the US Military. The repeal of Don't Ask Don't Tell does not affect the transgendered in the US Military. We're not like Canada.

http://www.aol.com/video/secretly-serving-the-few-the-proud-...

Portia

Why do I keep having to re log-in all the time, it wasn't this way before. I was replying to an email when I got caught in the three AM reset and lost my reply. Okay, that was my fault, I screwed up. I left the reply screen up on this computer and went to bed. This morning I used my tablet PC to read the site a bit, and just now came back to this computer and retyped my reply. When I hit "enter" I got a not logged in message and lost that reply. I tried using the back arrow to recover what I'd typed both last night and again just now, with no success.

I look around and see what others post in this genre we call transgender fiction and I realize that I do not fit the mold of 90 percent of what is produced. I'm not saying that is a good or a bad thing, but i am definitely not in the majority. I have spent the last few days reading works of other authors and notice a common theme running throughout, namely a fetishy kind of approach to transsexualism. Big Closet is somewhat different from other sites because it has less of this than the norm, but it certainly does have its fair share.

I went to pick up my daughter today, and stopped to grab a paper at a local convenience store.

Much to my surprise, I have a new kitty; the runt of the litter. She is yellow, with white tufts of hair. She has what look sort of like pixie wings just behind her front shoulders; hence the name Pixie. At 10 weeks old she is so tiny! She's sleeping inside my top right now, under my pull over dress, but over my T shirt, that says,"Run Like A Girl". Right now, I am fantasizing about being preggers. :) I am carrying the baby reall high right now. It will be months until I deliver her.

So I get home this morning after slaving for the man. Delivering papers is harder than people would think (and I have one unaccounted for, damn it). My roommate tells me that about 5 cop cars were at the house at 5 a.m. All the cops asked was if she had called 911 and if she was alone. I have no idea what that was about, but me and the Tampa Police Department is like a marriage that ended in a nasty murder/suicide (Really, really, really bad). So, outside of worrying that the cops are out to fuck with me again, I don't know if there is anything to worry about.