The story weight problem brings up my real life weight problem with has nothing to do with the story. This past April 28, 2010 I had The Roux-En-Y bariatric bypass surgery and weighed 386 pounds and now 5 months later I have lost 103 pounds and weigh 283 pounds, but I still have 100 pounds to go and I feel Great Love to all my BC friends RICHIE2

I guess it is my fault. I got an email from someone I know, and she asked me if I wanted to link with her on Linkedln, a purportedly professional web network site.

Well, now the thing is making its way through every contact that I have of any kind with anyone and sending them invitations to link with me. I am sorry about this. I got duped and did not realize what the consequences would be.

From now on, everything I get from them is getting marked spam.

Gwendolyn.

The next chapter of 12-String has given me some trouble. It's not the writing of it, but more what happens in it.

I didn't realize until after she hooked up with Bobby, quite the person that Bobby is.

I know that people under the age of 18 can't usually be diagnosed yet with personality disorders. That being said, Bobby has narcissistic personality disorder. This is a type of sociopathic personality disorder.

Now, not all sociopaths become murderers, and so here I stand at a crossroads. I will not be in any way including this in the story, but Bobby attempts to rape Buffy.

I am an author on this site with a lot of stories and I am, I suppose, one of the more popular ones.

It has become apparent for a while now that comments seem to be on the decline, which is a pity as many authors who contribute to the site like to get feedback that the stories that they have written are appreciated or not as the case may be.

Erin and her team are always asking for readers to comment, indeed at the bottom of each and every story there is the following:

If you liked this post, you can leave a comment and/or a kudo!

I was chatting with my older daughter (who also has a quirky sense of humor)... And, the following came up in the conversation:

Your ovaries took a wrong left turn back in the second trimester. They're on their way back, but they got lost in this odd little testosterone-filled sack...

Then, she went on and explained how it happened:

Woo! Yay! Just... here's the link!

Well i have an excuse for the next chapter being a bit later than week since the last one, i was going to be typing it monday - but my cat decided to start dying so it had to be taken to the vets - its a male cat, big, eats dry food so it got peeing problems (Cant spell the proper term for it). I had knew something was wrong when it was puking up the dryfood.

So its still in the vets, gonna cost a bit -  £500 or $350 i think for the americans who come to this site, something like that.

I wonder how many other t-girls go through this much self-doubt, or if it ever truly stops?

Okay, bear with me here because I have a lot going through my mind right now, and I need to try and make sense of it the best way I know how - by writing. I don't know how much of this I'll be able to get into text, or how little, and if you get lost along the way, just raise your hand and an usher will be along shortly.

Well Andy didn't even make the Homecoming Court.

It took a lot of guts to do what she did. It's a shame that the principal didn't have the guts to let her run.

Andy for Homecoming Queen

Luv,

Connie

Had a horrible night last night. woke up a couple of times banging my head on the wall. Then, in the morning, when my little dog jumped up on the bed to great me, or so I thought, when I noticed that she had started licking my sheets, and I realized that the reason why was that I had apparently bleed during the night (not the first time that's happened.) Ah, well, can't do much about it.

Interesting article from the Beeb:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-11502413

Hugs
Sue

Ok, so I am getting behind in my school work because my teacher didn't respond on time to give me my assignment, and assuming she would be on top of things, I let it slide most of the week. I find out my assignment on Friday, only to get a call from animal control that my dog was put down.

This is the dog that the electrician my landlord hired to finally finish my kitchen let out on Thursday, neglecting to tell us that he was gone. We found out after 3 PM. . .but the dog was hit just before noon. So we would have had time to save our dog.

Yeah, I know this is sudden, but I just had a nice little chat with my dad. He said I can either cut my hair, or move.

I'm not cutting my hair.

(Edit: More after the break)

Hi all,

It's been some time since I let you know what is happening with the doctors.

The had amputated the left leg. Your prayers are MOST Gratefully accepted. Appart from a urinary tract infection every thing went great! The has been some phantom pain which is anything but phantom. I am grateful.

On another front, Miss Cabot let me know some may not know the following: I have to preach the funeral of my brother who died at 44. If you think of it and are inclined that way please remember his two sons. The service is October 17.

I don't know if you have ever bought an item, taken it out of its box, and then try to put it back in, only to find it just doesn't fit and in fact you can't see how they ever got it in there in the first place? Well, I kinda feel like that. I had a good day as Dorothy Friday, but I found I really crashed after I had to go back to male mode. Meanwhile, at least I am back to writing again, as my last parody piece showed, which is good news. I have an idea for a different kind of haunted house story, but I doubt very much I can get it done in time for the Halloween contest, but ah, well.

I have had unexpected time off, and therefore I have been able to write more than I expected to do.I am sat here now, a glass of wine to hand, mandolin in hand, playing a CD and joining in when the music snatches me. Apart from the prospect of a nice chap smiling at me,I cannot think of a better situation: music, wine, instrument, prose....

Are readers afraid of my story because I label it as horror? It really is mild horror, and it's only really at the beginning of the story. I should add the "Sweet/Sentimental" story tag because it's made a few readers cry.

There is no violence or gore in my story. It's just a little scary with a ghost visit at the beginning. I wish more people would give it a chance.

- Terry

I just don't understand why they just don't leave it up to the kids. I mean, what's the harm?

Prom Queen

luv to all, even narrow minded bigots

Connie

Yup, what i forgot to mention was that there are generous discounts available on the Gabycon 2010 book and download!

So hurry along and take advantage of the super low prices!

Maddy

It appears I have done something, or something has happened, to prevent comments. I am sorry about this; if anyone knows how this has happened, and how to sort it,please let me know.

It's been ages since I played any game on my PC apart from the standard Solitaire and Minesweeper, as I find the violence that seems to accompany most as pretty mindless.

I recently came across Iron Roses, an adventure story which I really enjoyed, played in the 3rd person, featuring guitar playing Alex trying to reform her group. Set in a US city in the middle of a garbage strike, there was lots of realism far removed from the fantasy worlds of many games. She even had a gay friend! To experienced gamers, the tasks were probably pretty trivial, but they were just right for me.

I am SLOWLY getting a bit better, but I am still way below normal functional parameters. Again, I apologise to those with whom I usually chat, but my awake times have been so erratic, and I've lost so much time that errands and tasks I'd planned to do, fell by the wayside and got bunched up. I have tons of stuff I have to do, and nowhere near time enough to do them all.

If there is a bright spot in all this, it's that the weather here is supposed to be nice through the weekend with lots of sunshine, so I can get outside and soak up some of it.

well, I go back to the psychiatrist tomorrow for an update on the meds he gave me. I am up to 2 pills a day, and honestly, I cant feel any difference. Ah, well, at least I get a couple of hours as Dorothy. Which I really, really need badly.

After I posted Rescue and read a few of the comments, I began to have second thoughts about it being a stand alone story.

I re-read the story a couple of times and concluded that there might, in the near future, (months not days or weeks cos I'm busy.) I might pick up on a couple of loose ends/threads in the story.

Any body got any preferences or even ideas?

Bev.

I love it when a story takes hold of me and pours itself out through my fingers. I sometimes just sit back in awe at the page and the words. There are phrases that come out that amaze me and make me sure that I am not reading something I had just written. The words seem so elegant, so perfect and so unlike my plodding text that I have no idea what to think. My Muse sometimes makes magic through me I believe...

Well, after my encounter with the woman at the wiener roast on Sunday, I found myself really struggling with anger with God. Fortunately, I was working Monday with a woman who I have shared my story with, and I was able to vent, and I feel better for it.

Have been for the better part of a week. Got a severe cold/flu/plague/something or other. Sorry to those I usually chat with, but this thing is kicking my ass.

Back when I get somewhere near what I laughingly refer to as healthy.

Cathy

Dimelza has noted that Mister has been up long enough. She has asked that I take it down, so I will honor that request and delete it.

I will leave it up for one more day to allow everyone that last chance to read it.

Jill

They know we are here. Don't let them see the whites of your wrists. I'll take the first watch....

My mother-in-law passed away at 3 p.m. this afternoon. Her daughters were with her at the time and had just finished praying the chaplet of the divine mercy.

I'll write more about Nanay at another time.

Hi gang,

I've sent an unpublish request to one of our site admins to have Aria Blade taken down. There are a number of reasons, but MAINLY, Aria Blade was an experiment in writing style that, I feel, utterly flopped.

I may at some point in the future go back and do a complete rewrite and re-post it, but for now, I've asked that it be taken down. So if you want to save your comments, please do so, or PM me and I'll copy them over for you. They won't be deleted; they just won't be visible until/unless I decide to republish at a later date.

Today another fine writer paused at the threshold to BC, spun on her high heels, and chucked in the towel.

Even though this ink-stained wretch. . .er. . . carpal-tunnel pained, sometimes kvetch. . .never employed clichés in her writing, her reason for ending her story mid-stream was shop worn — “general indifference”.

For the last eon, or longer, I’ve posted the following message in a variety of forms:

Well, i have had no health excuse this week on not writing chapters for Duelist of Time

It has mainly been delayed to playing DDO - Dungeons and Dragons Online and WoW - World of Warcraft

I know its no excuse, but i am writing the next chapter which should be ready tomorrow to be sent to my proofie

The general indifference to Chapter 2 of 'The Van ...' has been quite deafening. I have therefore decided to discontinue it. At least as a TG/TV tale. I still think there is mileage in the idea and am toying with rewriting and perhaps posting in on Fictioneer in due course. I enjoy writing and, if other commitments permit, that is perhaps the way forward for me.

Here's a little tease:

I've been thinking about a sequel in my head...I think it'll be called How to Become of Hero or some such nonsense. It'll take place a few months later with the Green Arrow trying her hardest to fight crime and finding that she doesn't really know what she's doing. She'll end up taking hero lessons, all the while investigating who hired Merlyn and dodging a deadly assassin with her in his sights. There's also the issue of high school, boys (Roy?) and trying to fit into a world she knows nothing about (girlhood).

I saw this news article on Spanish dad's and breast feeding leave! Whatever next? Heres the link ...

www.madeformums.com/mums-and-dads/dads-in-spain-entitled-to-...

This is a true halloween story that happened to me and my family the first halloween after we arrived in England in 1953.
We were living in Cambridge, in a house that had been built in 1863, per the date etched into a stone, above the front door on the second floor. The house was a three story house, and did indeed look old.

I had to make my morning fritatta with no eggs in the house this morning.

Been out for a run last night, my first real big hill route since my ankle tendon decided to complain in May. Only 4 or 5 miles and the legs still remember what I forced them to do.
Still good it is good to be able to go out even if I am about 25% slower. I do hope my speed and endurance recovers soon as I am now looking forward to which races I might do. Edale skyline next year is favourite at the mo

My Nanay aka mother-in-law suffered two ischemic strokes last Saturday. At first we thought Nanay may recover from them, but beginning Tuesday she started sliding badly. An MRI today showed Nanay's brain to have more damage than first diagnosed. Nanay is all but gone now.

Had a very sad moment with my daughter tonight. She sometimes slips and uses female pronouns for me, and she actually wondered out loud today why she does that. It took every bit of self control I possessed not to tell her why I think she does it. I am breaking apart here.

Another entry so soon!

I've been thinking about how "he" was not only a facade - and I am speaking only for myself on that - because "he" had a presence in this world, an influence, a purpose. "He" was still never the real me, of course, make no mistake there. However, there was a reason for "him" to exist. There were things "he" did that affected other people, like songs "he" wrote and stories "he" wrote and things "he" did. "He" had a very real and very valuable purpose in this world.

And thank God that's over with. lol

I had asked a number of you to pray for for brother Jeff. It is with Deeppest sorrow I share with you that at sometime around 2:30 this morning PST my brothher died.

While rough around the edges Jeff absolutely addoredd me growing up. I was his big brother. Please keep the family in your prayers. This has been a horrid shock to the whole family. He was 44 years old.

Well the end is almost upon us, part 239 of the Gaby saga is now up for you to read at http://www.maddybell.com/Gaby279.htm.

Enjoy

Maddy

Today we say goodbye to Hazel, my aunt and godmother. It's going to be tough on me, so I don't know what sort of state I shall be in later and therefore can't comment on whether or not I'll be able to do the next episode of Bike.

Apologies for last night, but I went to pay my personal respects and it took quite a lot out of me. Today, I am next of kin and presumably leading the mourning. I'm presenting a celebration of Hazel's life which I hope won't be too depressing, after all she had a wicked sense of humour and very dirty laugh. I shall try and remember both in the days ahead.

It's been a rough few months. My wife of 36 years passed in mid-June after a 9 years of being bed-ridden during which I was her primary caregiver. She had MS with complications and we both knew the outcome. Still, it took a lot out of me. We'd been dating since high school, 41 years ago, and I've never done anything as an adult without taking her into consideration, especially during her illness. While I miss her, she's in a better place waiting for me. She told me she'd be waiting for me but that I should take my time.

I have just had a ’phone call from Angharad to ask me to warn all you Bikefans that EAFOAB Part 1128 might not appear on BC tonight. Her ex-partner and their daughter are arriving by train during the evening for her Aunt's funeral tomorrow, so she will probably be unable to find time to write it.

She said not to rule it out completely, but that it was highly unlikely that she will find time tonight.

Gabi