The updated story chapter can be found here: Chapter 3

I received a response from Margaret Cohen, the therapist in LR that I contacted last week. She was very friendly, and gave me the name of another therapist that might be a little closer (I'll have to check after I post this :-))

I'd be lying to say I'm not petrified to take this next step. It took every ounce of strength I could muster just to contact Margaret, but she says Mary is a terrific therapist, and like I said, she came across as very friendly, so I'm going to gather my nerve and write to her.

Visitors have been abusing the comment mechanism today leaving spam and other undesirable items while hiding behind anonymity.

I don't have time to deal with that.

Hugs,
Erin

I don't want to make this bigger than it is, but would all of our authors here please be careful to mark their stories at the beginning with the warnings and other descriptors if the story contains rape, incest, molestation or abuse of any kind. Having an 'R' in the beginning is helpful, but it isn't a sufficient enough warning regarding these issues.

If you encounter whatshername's large pic connected with a comment of mine, IM me with the story title, chapter, and author's name, and I will go and edit it out. I have made a lot of comments, so it may take a while.
Jezzi

The extremely large picture associated with some of my comments as part of my signature line following some stories is not of me and I did not post it. I am sorry for any inconvenience the pic causes readers, but someone else in some way I don't understand must have gotten into my account and changed the link. I have now eliminated any pic link from my BC account and have changed my screen name, e-mail address, and password.
Jezzi Belle Stewart

Two years ago I got something translated into Japanese for me. I think it was done at the TG fiction list but it could have been. I need to get it translated back to English. Here's what I wrote

Urigiri koto no kei desu ne, Reina-kun? Sayonara

If someone can help me, I'd appreciate it. Thank you.

Side note- Chapter 25 of Duty Honor Country Family is finished and now being worked on Puddin. It will be published later this week. I even have almost 2,000 words written for Chapter 26.

Another Chapter and another set of questions for poor Geoff to deal with. I almost feel sorry for him...

Anyway... got massively burned yesterday, so I am dealing with some sunsickness at the moment, which is really throwing me off my game. I tried to write some today but I managed only a short sentence. Not very useful. I am just taking care of myself and trying to avoid the sun.

Here's hoping.

Sorry to disappoint my regulars, but I left home at 8.00am to go dormousing - the last of the season, and thence to my ex's house, where she had some jobs for me to do, and to take her shopping to places she can't easily go - she has no car.

We were late back to her house and were scolded by our daughter for our lack of punctuality. We then went off to a carvery for dinner, which ran late so I didn't leave to come home until after 9.00pm facing a two hour or more drive in the dark.

I seem to be consciously and unconsciously trying to out myself. Yesterday, I was playing Wii with my daughter when she realized my character's name, and asked "Dorothy?" I just passed it off as just the name of my character, and she accepted that. I keep this up and I will be out long before I am ready.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39691906/ns/ws_newslife/?gt1=43001

Very moving 12 minute video is included. below the text.

Carolynn

After I heard the news about Graham James, the hockey coach accused of abusing children who played for him, I really struggled with anger and depression. That this man was convicted, but still allowed to leave the country. really makes me feel like the authorities still don't take abuse seriously. Is there ever going to be justice for all those who were like me? How do I live with the fact my rapist never had to face punishment for what he did to me?

I just spent an amazing afternoon meeting some of the authors on this site. Mostly I want to thank Holly Hart and Rachel Anne for working to put together a very nice picnic in Walnut Creek. That's in California for the geographically challenged. I was blessed to meet Mona Lisa, Heather Rose Brown, Erin, Rachel, Shalamar, whom I met when Holly moved and of course Holly Hart. We stuffed our faces with professionally grilled hamburgers, brats and beans, by Rachel Anne. It was nice to put a face on people I have admired for years. Thank you once again, Arecee

Sometimes you just don’t feel like making all that much effort. You know the feeling — when you know you should look good, but all you can manage is a brush or two through your hair and a little lip gloss. It’s the same thing with writing. You get a good idea for a story, sit down, and finger regurgitate onto the screen.

I’m more likely to heavily research a story before I start writing, but once in a while I’ll just wing it. The first two stories I entered in the Halloween contest were light-hearted affairs that took very little time or effort to construct.

I think its time for me to take a breather and pull back a little. I've just finished Weight Problem and as much as I want to start writing my Blue Beetle Retcon right away, I think I need a day or two to recharge my creative battery. I've got a pretty good idea on how I want to write it but right now I think a few days won't kill me.

So in a couple of days look for The Blue Bug From Outer Space.

Well; at last I've got over the 'writer's block hump' dealing with Beverly's eventual slow reconciliation with her own kind back on earth.
She's had children by Ruby and the next couple of chapters deal with sibling rivalry as the various children manouvre to try and wrest control of 'Taff Spaceships' after Beverly shuffles off her mortal coil. (Although this aint about to happen anytime soon.)

For more than two years I have been contemplating writing more about one of the characters in A California Saga. Well, the muse kicked in a few months ago, and the story is nearly completed. The title is The Redhead and the PM, and it is about Sylvia's older sister, Kate O'Donnell. As this story evolved, I realized that some of the things I wrote in Chapter 13 of Five Love Stories en Brochette would have to be changed. Thank heavens it is an author's prerogative to change the universe about which he writes. The necessary changes have now been made and posted.

Well, today was a better day. Not only did I not have to work, and thus got a few things done that have been hanging over my head, but because my mom was home too, I was able to go to the transgender support group meeting (I had to smuggle out my Dorothy outfit and change there, but still) It felt good to be with the girls (and guys). I think I really really needed that right now.

Suddenly yesterday, I lost all the hearing in my left ear. There is a tiny bit left but it sounds like speaker does when the cone is torn. I did not hit my head or anything. I have been wearing a hearing aid in that ear for quite some time. There is a problem in my right ear, but I can not tolerate a hearing aid there. To top it off, there is another kind I can use in the right ear but I will not be able to use my Hijab, and that is a big deal to me.

Gwendolyn

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-manchester-11522483

Tomorrow night on BBC2 at 9pm is a programme called Boy Cheerleaders; this is the link to the BBC site:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00vd7q4

I am certain this will give some of the writers on the site ‘food for thought’ as it were.

Love to all

Anne G.

I found out today that I have low testosterone. Yeah, so my thought was to have them switch it to estrogen, but the Doc said that my condition could lead to many possible and nasty complications, so they want to do injections to bring me back to "normal". Hah! Too late!
Anyway, I've heard several bad things about these injections, I'm just wondering, are they really needed? Is there a real risk if I do nothing? Can I see about switching? Who do I talk to about this?

I wrote a poem that pushes the absolute limit on several fronts.
Noy sure if it's suitable for here. If, and I mean BIG if you think you can
handle it, send me a PM and I'll reply with the body in text format.

Thanks much,
Bill

The final two posts of this story might be a little different than the others. They may or may not be more than one chapter long. It all depends on how much I want to fit into one chapter. Right now I'm writing Ch. 14, which will switch POVs back and forth between siblings. Then in my last post I'll have the last chapter and an epilogue, at least that's the plan at the moment.

I'll be taking a little Center break after that and moving on to two Retcons, the first one being Blue Beetle and the second Booster Gold.

The funeral for Nanay was last Saturday afternoon. Three priests said the mass for her. If two other priest friends of ours weren't away, there would have been five there.

In addition there was a large crowd for the mass. Leonette's friends came from as far as Kendall(80 miles away) and the local Filipino community also showed up. Omar, Jenni's former Muslim boyfriend, came. He said he had never been to a funeral before. I thank all these people for making what was a difficult week so much easier.

From the responses and such from Vampyre and On a Hot Summers Night. I'm going to go with my instincts and honestly say horror and stuff isn't my strong suit. I'm going to go back to writing my usual stuff.
For those who liked the side stories and such I'm really glad you did but i'm going to try to get back to my regularly scheduled programming.

I have a hobby that some others here also seem to like. I'm a shutterbug. I love to take pictures. I'll go miles out of my way to find something to take a picture of, and I'll stand around doing nothing while waiting for the light to be 'just right'. And sometimes, I just stumble across something worth shooting.

Yesterday, I stumbled across something worth recording. I have to admit I didn't ask permission to take these pictures of her swimming, but I figured she wouldn't mind because after all, she was swimming in a pond right beside the road... and she wasn't wearing any clothes!

The next episode (18) is the last, as the events have run ther course. I do not know whether it is right to continue the stories of my characters. They have a long way to go, but it would be a very different type of tale.

Well... anther chapter of 300 Rains is up and the plot thickens. Poor Geoff. I am so mean to him. But anyway, This was another fun chapter to work on as this is an interesting change of pace with a shrink, not helping you with you transition but helping you cope with your transformation. I bet any shrink would be a bit overwhelmed by that task. :)

There was not a lot of Anthropology in this chapter, but never fear there is still more Anthropological information that has yet to be discussed. There are some interesting challenges ahead fr our good Professor.

I finally made the last payment on my credit card today! Shortly after going full time I had something like $16,000 of credit card debt, but as of today it is $0! ^_^ I've been working hard towards this for a long time, so I'm very happy! Especially since it means all the money I was putting on my credit card can now go towards paying off my car loan. And once that's paid off (which won't take too long, now), I can finally start saving up for surgery!

That's still a while off yet, probably a couple years or so, but it's a step in the right direction.

1 Ohio school, 4 bullied teens dead by own hand

http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5iEpyXZfAYt...

Gee this sounds all too familliar:
"Some students say the problem is the culture of conformity in this city of about 50,000 people: If you're not an athlete or cheerleader, you're not cool. And if you're not cool, you're a prime target for the bullies."

Is there anyone around that can speak Scottish Gaelic, (or maybe they're Lowland Scottish, idk.)? I've been trying to figure out how to pronounce "Brá¹naidh" and "Peallaidh" all night.

When we found a litter of kittens in our garage I had no idea they would affect my crossdressing.

I decided to go for a short nature walk to clear my head, and I took my faithful companion, my Canon Rebel XSi with me for kicks. Sadly most of the photos were drastically overexposed because I completely forgot to change exposure compensation before I left.

Most of them were completely unsalvagable. No amount of Photoshop will fix them, but I have a couple that turned out really well, that I'll post at the end of the blog (scaled down to fit :-))

While I was out though, one of our neighbors passed by, and rolled to a stop as I was kneeling to get a picture of a washed out gully.

Hi Peeps

i'm pleased to announce that for those who missed the recent 4th Gabycon inDorset can get a flavour of the weekend by purchasing the Gabycon 2010 book!

Go to http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/gabycon-2010/9476401 to pick up your copy now!

Of course it includes pictures and besides a preview of Book 8 from me, a whole new Gaby fanfic from Angharad! well worth the money!

... have been greatly exaggerated.

I am surprised that none of you picked up on this as I see it as quite important.

Yesterday I noticed in the news that Exodus International, James Dobson's once highly publicised effor to cure Gays had decided to pull out of anti Gay conventions. The reason being that someone had figured out that this sort of rhetoric was causing suicides. I don't know if there are any law suits pending but I do know the sort of language that the Dobson bunch used.

Well, just a super-quick update on the Aria Blade front. I won't lie to you guys, there's a LOT that I still feel needs to be done to improve the story not even counting work on the final chapter of the initial saga, but I'm almost done with the first chapter's revisions.

It doesn't hurt that it really didn't need much work. I've touched up dialogue here and there, and unified narrative, adding and editing as I felt necessary. It's shaping up rather nicely.

I am furious. I have just come off the phone with a friend. i read Bev's story 'Rescue' earlier, and synchronicity....a 14 year old boy, their son, s attacked in a classroom in front of the whole class

is BC/TS on this map???

Well its finally arrived - the last chapter of book 7 can now be found through http://www.maddybell.com/page600.html .

Mads

1. Telling lies.

When we left the girls at the end of Amy’s story they were all starting to work out what they could do for Chrissy’s birthday. Amy was looking to do something very special, as she found out that Chrissy never did anything the year before. Due to Amy being in hospital having just saved Chrissy’s life.

Well, the good news is that in the past week I have regained my will to write!

The bad news?

All I've managed to turn out is a potential Halloween contest story that isn't good enough to see the light of day (though I might post it anyway, who knows?) and three chapters of Princess For Hire.

The last three of Book One.

I guess I will leave the writing to the professionals from now on. 847 people read my newest story and only 18 people thought it was good. I guess that pretty much tells me that the majority of you didn't like it. I haven't decided whether I have any muse left anymore. She seems to have abandoned me. Anyway, I guess I will sit back and watch and enjoy the talents of so many others. I am clearly not even close to being in the same league. I might start writing again sometime when I get some inspiration. Right now it seems to be missing.

I heard this one on the news while driving to work today.

Can laptops really do this?

Well, I've known for a while that sitting for hours with the laptop in my lap was uncomfortable, now I'm wondering if my increased knee freckles have anything to do with it?

I sometimes wonder if I am actually making any progress, or if I am just going around in circles. I feel like a mental conjoined twin - one side is female, the other is male, but neither can really live without the other. After having my male side resurface, I am back to having sleepless nights and fevered prayers to finally be at peace. But I have patrolled the limits of my cage, and I simply do not see any exits. I went to a wiener roast at my church's pastor's new place yesterday, and one of the women there insisted that one day soon I would be sharing my story in public.

An odd evening. The weather has been atrocious, and I have been sheltering indoors and writing. I gave uP tonight, and went out for music, catching up to three other club members cycling in. I am afraid that being out on the bike at last meantn that I just surged past them and was waiting with half a beer by the time they arrived.
I didn't play, but the guests were good, if a little too slick, and I had a good conversation on the train back with another member about the joy of making music, and how great it was to see so many young and not so young new chums there.