The video is from a STNG episode which had Ryker falling for an androgenous person from another world who's civilization frowns on having only one gender... in fact, they consider it a crime and they have a "cure" for the perverse members of their civilization who commit the crime of having tendencies of being only one gender.
The defense speech given by Soren, the love interest of Ryker, could be delivered by any one of us, whether we're TG, TS, CD, TV, IS, or whatever.
For all the writers on this site who want to get their books published and sold to the public, take heart.
The article in today’s Sunday Times shows one mans unorthodox approach to selling his books.
As Rupert Murdoch will shortly be charging for this news site, please read it for free whilst you can.
if I wrote a story with this plot. My ex-wife and her husband are spending a few days staying with my wife and me. Last night we had a house concert in our living room (we are avid folk music fans and producers) and were talking with the artist at dinner. He was telling how he almost married a woman, but she called it off at the last minute when she realized she was a lesbian. Now she and her spouse are good friends with the musician and his wife.
When the heck did reality veer off into cliche filled fiction?
In the mid 70's there was a song on "contemporary" Christian Radio. The Refrain was
Take another trip around Mt. Sinai
Till you learn your lesson...
So, I'm taking another trip...
It's been a horrid month. A couple of people I thought were friends turned on me once I came out to them. Go figure. Somehow I didn't think it would happen. They knew about my TG issues, but a month later I'm chopped liver.
My apologies. Earlier this year I accidentally deleted all of the pictures in my file. Their absence, coupled with the references in commentary and blogs and stories, has affected the database. I removed references and/or restored pictures in all of the stories. As older stories of others to which I provided commentary appear in the Random feature, I am deleting references to the pictures that were deleted in order to help repair the problem.
Jogging for the first time in five years
(this is a Working Girl blog)
I took the advice of some of the people who wrote comments in my previous blog, and decided not to take up my office-mates' offer to shop today. I really wanted to - reeaaally wanted to, but I think they're right and it's the smarter thing to do, even though it makes me a bit sad.
So. Instead, I decided to go out for a jog at seven this morning. I haven't done any serious exercising for five years, since before transition, actually (though I'm not exactly a sporty girl, I did bike for fun a lot before), but I thought I'd start exercising this morning and burn up some of this leftover adrenalin from yesterday.
I want to just curl up and cry right now. I'm sorry. I know I said I wasn't going to post another blog so soon, but I need this. God, I need this.
Coming back to the top here to say, I changed the rating because of language. I don't regret what I said. I needed to say it. Just a fair warning in advance because Zoe's PMSing in overdrive.
I am so tired, but I can't sleep. I feel like there's a weight on top of me. Every breath I take seems to be harder to draw in. The weight on my chest seems to just get heavier. Part of me just wants to give up and not struggle any more. But ... I can't give up hope. Not yet.
Last night after I posted my previous entry, I curled up in bed and watched Top Gun. It helped a little, but there was this nagging feeling that I just was not doing enough.
I honestly cannot remember right now if I mentioned this in my blog, in a response, or in a PM, so in case it's the latter I'm going to go ahead and explain it here before I get to the weird dream I had last night when I did finally sleep ;-)
Got through my first meeting, or
"I'm the boss, so stop sassing me"
(this is a Working Girl blog)
What a long day. I'm totally drained. Most everyone's gone already, but I'm hanging around for a bit, writing this blog and winding down. Nerves I suspect.
Well, my first meeting in my new company went better than I expected, or feared.
Danielle J. after getting upset at what she regarded as offensive comments on one of her stories wrote a blog that was unpubbed by volunteer editors for TOS violations. After some discussion, the editors unpubbed Danielle's stories at her request. They were not deleted by Danielle J as I at first thought when I woke up and got involved and saw the stories were not listed under her name.
Her blogs and stories have been restored to BC, except only the blogs that were part of the problems.
Are there any challenges or contests this month? And will the previous contests and challenges be posted in the banner with the others? So far, none of this year's stuff is in the banner.
A recent study from the Queensland University of Technology shows blondes earn 7% more on average than women with other hair colours, and tend to marry men who earn on average 6% more than other women's husbands.
The survey of 13,000 women showed that the difference in pay was not connected with other factors such as height, weight or education.
On the other hand, a study by Lycos in 2008 showed that 78 of the world's top 100 billionaires had wives or long term girlfriends with brunette or raven hair...
One sees all sorts of advice on using numbers on the Web. Here’s one example out of many:
Daily Writing Tips — the basic point of which is “spell out numbers under ten,” with plenty of special rules to modify the basic advice, as well as common variants of the usual rule.
Wearing a suit to my first meeting,
or "I'm so nervous, I'm about to hurl"
(this is a Working Girl blog)
Some probably know I resigned from my last job just before Christmas last year. And there were lots of reasons why. Truth was, it was an ill-timed decision, but I just couldn’t stand it there anymore. Too much work, not being given credit for most of it, no respect from your coworkers. All too cliché, I think.
There used to be a popular stories, current and all time link whatsit on the right. Is the removal to do with the other problems?
By the way, I think that Erin and and Bob have done wonders to keep things going; a lesson to another, not so good but well known site which went down for slightly longer.
*cough* Sorry. I couldn't resist a wacky title for what is going to be, I'll be honest, something I should probably be posting on a generic blog somewhere.
But as I've expressed in the past, I feel safe here. Erin is such a sweetheart, and I trust others to be as respectful as I try to be.
This is going to be long, boring, rantish, and dramatic. I can't help that. So if you don't care, please, please, please stop reading now because this is more for me to get some things off my chest than anything, and again, I apologize for that.
Well, i had a moment at work that reminded me the how powerful a "girl moment" can be. I had been really struggling with depression, and yesterday one of my co-workers (who i have given some of my story) was talking about working at a sexual aide shop, and I asked about shoes, and ended up telling her about the mules I bought. I know its weird, but for just a moment, we were just 2 girls talking, and it toataly lifted my depression. Meanwhile, I am going to be busy for a bit working on my next story. I will check in, but probably wont be on much untill its done.
Hi everyone. as you know I'm writing my Assassin series. I need help with commodities and I don't have a clue as to how they work. Could you PM me or give me some direction here? Arecee
I was over on FM and came upon a story by Ron Dow75 that had me laughing my socks off. It had aliens, a cloned mind in an alien female body, and a father who thinks his child has gone off the deep end. Heres a link: www.fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=31959...
My novel Chrissie is now in e-book format. Xlibris hasn't told me if it is online yet or not, but it is in e-book format. If you know how to look for it, it should be there, because I was told it takes 24 to 48 hours to get it online. They haven't told me the site(s) yet, but I am waiting. I am going to see if I can get it into an audio book also, but that will be a while yet. Thank you in advance for your interest.
Okay, so I've had a rough week. I don't need to grouse more than I have, and steps are being taken -- no, I'm not suicidal... if that matters to you, thank my belovéd for providing me with a reason for living.
But I was so far down that I cried until I had no tears left. Literally. I mean, I was sobbing and wailing... but there were no tears left to come out. I exhausted my tear ducts. So... today, we (roommate and I) found a bunch of INANE but fun jokes on YouTube ... some are old, some aren't, some are horrible groaners, some are laugh until you can't breathe, some I had heard (or even told) before, and a some were brand new to me.
Well, I had a very wierd dream. I was having dinner at a resteraunt on the top floor of this building, and afterward, after i had left, realized i had left behind my brother's guitar. I went to go back up, but was not allowed. So i went around, and joined a tour group walking through the building, hoping to find my way up. I left the group, and found myself in a pool, and someone threw me a pair of trunks, and i realized I was naked. Instead of putting them on, i tied them to my front, because i was wearing a backpack, which covered my rear.
I am still in shock. I don't know what to do. It takes these things a while to sink in with me, some sort of delayed reaction or something, perhaps owing to a head injury that I suffered while I was practicing my diving skills out a third story window as an infant of 3.
After being rather nicely put in my place the other day after commenting on another blogger's premise, I went to Holly's compilation and copied the first 50 chapters. I think that was late yesterday. Finished those and have copied the next fifty chapters. Will probably finish those this evening. Other than being especially well written, sweet, delightful, insightful, tear jerking, giving warm feelings to the tummy, I don't understand what the stir is all about. Excuse me, I have some reading to do.
Update - Apr 7 4:51 PM PDT - The site is back, in most of it's glory. The problem turned out to be the voting module not being compatible with the latest release of the database software. So, no voting on stories until I figure out a replacement module or they update their code. And no reporting on old votes, either. Sorry.
Most everything else has been turned back on (or will be) except: reporting comments to moderator (flag for administrator) - that module conflicted with the one that makes Random 5olos possible so it had to be taken up into the mountains and sacrificed to an angry god, sorry. Also, the little clock at the top of the right column that showed what time the server thought it was had a problem when the updates to the search index was run, don't ask me how but the clock interfered and until someone writes better code than my own jackleg module (I wrote that one) we'll have to do without the clock. Isaac says hi.
Many thanks to Bob who did the major work on this debug. We should buy him a bag of chocolate or something, he likes chocolate. :)
Eating: My favorite pastime, or
"Does this make me look fat?"
(this is a Working Girl blog)
I didn't go with the girls in the office for lunch this afternoon. I begged off and made do with my favorite senbei rice crackers and a nice cup of tea in my little office.
No worries, though. Nothing amiss. In fact, when I checked yesterday, I was within my target ideal weight for my height n build (Yayyy!). Which got me thinking now about diet n stuff.
Okay, no, I'm not asking the question. Didn't mean to use a flaming headline to attract your attention, either. Sorry. I just wanted to repost something I wrote in response to Dorothy Colleen's now-deleted blog posting.
My sincere apoligies to anyone who was offended by my little essay. (Which, judgeing from the responce, was most people who read it). I hoped to get a conversation going on the subject, and boy, did that succeed, but never meant to hurt anybody's feelings. Right now i am debating trying to reword it better, or maybe just dumping it entirely as a bad job. I will think about it for a couple of days, and then decide.
I used to use SKYPE a lot; spending hours talking to my friends. I used to talk to one of my friends in Qatar, who is a patron of BC, and another who lives in Saudia, plus several people here in the US. Then the service overseas, began to gradually deteriorate, and then the finally in the states. It got so I kept it on and mostly talked only to those who called me on it, if the service was working that day.
There are, in my opinion, a number of levels to cross-dressing and transgendered tendencies. (For the sake of this essay, I will only deal with Male to Female, mostly because that’s the side I know best).
Well, i am feeling better. Finished beating myself up, and picked myself up and got going again. its a marathon, not a sprint, right? Meanwhile I thought you guys and gals would enjoy a sneak peak at some of my upcomming projects
Comming soon:
Join Walter on his search for The Perfect Excuse
Where little Luke just needs A Little Nudge
Step into Group Therapy
Spend your vacation with A Summer Princess
Jasmine must deal with A 2nd night in a Small Town
A certain wizard's apprentance pays a vist to The Big Mall
I received my communication from the Australian Embassy in Washington, DC, this afternoon informing me that I do not measure up to the selected criteria. I am apparently of the type that is a risk of becoming an illegal alien.
It's illegal to do this in Italy, not sure about the UK. However, seeing they don't have much meat on them anyway I added a comment on this article - based on sound ecological principles, of course. My thanks to a reader for sending me the link.
then why can't someone invent a hanger that will keep a wide necked blouse from ending up on the floor? Ever since men decided that staring down a woman's cleavage was a desirable option, designers have made blouses that have necklines approximately the circumference of a small city so they can peer down into the the Valley of Flesh. So why are even those wide hangers with the little indents for straps on them still too small to keep a blouse securely on them?
So... yeah. Some of you may remember a short story compilation involving TG situations that was soliciting stories, it was posted on here about a year ago, give or take... it was called, "Scheherazade's Façade" and you could enter as many potential pieces during the submission cycle (01 November, 2009 to 28 February, 2010) as you wished as long as each was a separate submission.
Well, I feel like a coward. I was going to go to my local pride center again tonight as dorothy, but after i got ready, i was overwhelmed by anxiety. I was trying my best to force myself out the door, when I saw a kid go by outside, and just couldnt make myself leave the house dressed. Sorry folks, I feel like i let you guys down, like i am going backward instead of forward. Sigh.
The penultimate posting of the Cynthia Chronicles is now up. To me, Chapter 8 represents the most important chapter in Cindy's life since her first encounter with The Wizard many years before. There are several chapters and tales under construction that may eventually appear in The Cynthia Chronicles - Volume 2. These will follow the further adventures of the group as they go through college and beyond. We will find out what the major motivation has been behind The Wizard and his group's actions.
On this special day of spirituality, I wish to be thankful for my 'cyber family'. Thank you Drea and Alison, commonly referred to as Mom and Gram. Without your support and wisdom, and good will, my little world would simply be filled with the pain of others. You have provided me with the love and advise that I haven't had in quite some time.
May you both have strength, full days, and all the blessings this life can provide...
A grateful, emotionally overcome, lil' Irish Brat
And to the friends I've made in our little community, I pray that your words never cease.
I have noticed some FtM story activity and wondered who wrote them. If an actual FtM wrote them then I would like to say welcome. My one time therapist was one and we got along well, but curiously as soon as I moved on, he won't even say hi on the street now. Hmmmm. Most of you that I have met are very pleasant and youthful people.
God! I just saw some transmen on a web page. I got ta get me one of these!!!!!
Tmen, you are so HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!T Take me, beat me, make me squeal!!@!!
To all of you who have been wondering if I have fallen off the face of the Earth, I can honestly say that gravity works on me too and I am still here.
Pen's mum's funeral was held on Thursday and I have been busy helping with the arrangements, most notably, the Order Of Service booklets. My job was to produce pictures of Rosamond that would hopefully show her as we best remembered her and from the feedback and number of people who were keeping their copies, it was mission accomplished.
Well, I took a plunge yesterday. I finally owned up to the ex what i was feeling and thinking. She is convinced that if i will only pray the right way, allow God to work, that I will be cured of this need to be female. She simply will not listen when I tell her that I have prayed, I have tried, and nothing has changed. So she took me to a friend of hers place, and tried to double team me, but even the friend admitted that they would refuse to hospitilize me to try and cure me of this. The ex wants me to talk to her pastor before taking any steps towards being female, and I said i would.
I am just not satisfied at all as to the action, dialogue or anything for this next chapter. It's as though the events in my head, the one you are waiting to read, are toying with me all by themselves.
10 years ago, there were some interesting Victorian Era Corset Training stories lurking on the internet, and I used to enjoy reading them once in a while. They were not TG and some dealt with coeds in finishing school. One which was TG in a sense was "Prisoner of Fashion", or something like that. I notice that these sites and sources have basically disappeared. :)
Well, I went to put on my forms last night, and one of them has decided it was time to develop a tear in the form. I've temporarily used a tip from the The Breast Form FAQ 4.0 at http://www.blooberry.com/bformfaq/index.html using the adhesive parts of band-aids, but I'm quite sure that is a temporary fix.
Unfortunately when I went to the site I have bought them many times before "www.4transgenders.com" and they are no longer there. It comes up to a search site that is definitely not what I was looking for.
Can anyone recommend a reputable site I can use to replace them?
My latest effort in my Gaby Dorset trilogy is with my editor having its 'ead 'it. I hope to get it to Mad over the weekend, and presumably she'll add it to her site when she does the next update. I'll post a link - if I can remember when it goes up. There's a bit of a bike race in this one, just for a change.
Was remembering something that happened at my daughter's birthday party. We went swimming, and after I had changed into trunks I realized I had to go back out into the public area to get something. Well, I was suddenly struck with a feeling of being indecent, exposed, because I didnt have on a top. Even my daughter commented on it, as if she had expected me to wear one. She sometimes seems to struggle with calling me "Daddy" and sometimes slips and calls me "Mom".
Hi Everyone! After the events Dear Understanding spouse explained in her blog we found PC Shield (Our Anti-Virus provider) hit us with a 50 buck 're-new' charge for our two computers without notifying us of it. Being on a limited fixed income this is a BAD thing. Can anyone suggest another Anti-virus that doesn't take business lessons from the Mafia?
I know this has nothing to do with TG elements, but I know a lot of you are computer savvy, as I am not.
Yesterday, my computer somehow caught a cold. A trojan horse or virus, I'm not sure which, was acquired. I called the local tech support number that was listed on the anti-virus program Grover and I use for our computers.
Alien: Just feeling a little sad and blue
(this is a Working Girl blog)
I can't sleep. And I'm feeling blue tonight, perhaps appropriate for a... Well, I don't really know my status is now, given my current... situation. Our parish priest back home hasn't said, one way or another. I'd like to think he did that for me, but I don't really know.
This is important. I have a friend who wants to transition, and thinks that their grown children and present wife will be fine with it. She has not talked with the children before this time about it.
I think that if there is any chance of success, then the wife and children need to have known about the situation for a long long time, and it will take a woman of astonishing fortitude to survive it. She will read this blog.
Well, once again, I am reminded not to make decisions when in the middle of a depressive episode. Thanks to everyone who encouraged me to keep writing, I am feeling better emotionally. Besides I have a story to share, and I dont know any group who would "get" it like you guys and gals will, or so I hope.
On Monday, I posted my second story, a story I wrote for the March Contest, entitled "The Consequences of Foolishness." It, as of my last check had just about 1100 reads, 27 votes and 1 comment. I think the number of reads is great. I wish it had received more votes, but the number is small but okay. I am not using this post to troll for people to read it now, and vote for it. However, I am disappointed by the lack of comments. The only one I received was from my good friend Andrea Lena DiMaggio, and I appreciate it.
I wish to offer my sincerest apologies to all of the authors here on BC. I have been a member here for almost 40 weeks, and have been a visitor for several years. Up until now I have been a “lurker”, reading stories and not voting or commenting on any stories that I like or dislike. I have read the blogs, and generally scan the comments at the end of stories, without adding anything of my own. (Though I have started to vote for stories that I like). I truly enjoy this site and most of the stories that are posted here, I like the community feeling and mutual support that is offered.
While 80 stories were posted during the last week here on BCTS, another 94 older stories were edited and reposted by the authors or one of our volunteer editors or commented one by some reader. Now in some cases, that was just us opening up the story to file it into one of the new author pages but still, I don't think any other TG fiction site has so much activity going on with older stories. :)
Well, apparently my blog offended, so officaily i am shutting it down. I write a journal at the site called Daily strength, so I really dont need another outlet for my personal life, i guess. Anybody who wants the link to my journal can message me.
So...I'm watching TV a few nights ago, got the dish network now...LOTS more channels and less money than cable. Anyway, I'm on the computer at the same time when I catch a phrase from the TV about a place called, BIKINI BEACH!!!!
Well, of course my ears perked up and I switched my full attention to the TV and what did my unbelieving ears and eyes see and hear? An honest to god commercial about The Bikini Beach Resort and Motel!!!!!
"Translate for Animals is an application for Android phones that recognises and transcribes words and phrases that are common to a species, like cats for example. To develop Translate for Animals, we worked closely with many of the world's top language synthesis teams, and with leaders in the field of animal cognitive linguistics, including senior fellows at the Bodleian Library in Oxford."
So, here I am the Infamous Lanza. Hatemonger extraordinaire.
So Yes, Earlier this week I posted an inflammatory blog, about how I didn't like naming my characters ordinary names. a few other things were mentioned and I won't go into detail. However I guess the lords and Ladies above saw this action, and another which is why I am posting this.
I apparently made a fellow student who attends my College algebra class cry. down right tears. Over a remark I don't even remember making. Again, I guess the Lords and Ladies above saw this.
Is well into production and I hope to have it ready for posting over Easter weekend, for those of you who enjoy my schoolgirl saga. Kylie attends school as a girl, not for the first time, but certainly for the first time officially. What's going to happen - watch this space and see.
My friend Kayla is an actress and model and she put out a bulletin for someone to help with Makeup for this film she is working on called "Santa Vs. Zombies" She contacted me and put me in touch with the Director and I sent him a message. If he wants to hire me , it will be my first real paying job in a long time. Please keep your fingers crossed and say a few prayers for me. I really need the money.
So... the reason for the panick attack isn't really important. But. Last night I woke screaming and ended up rocking back and forth on my bed hugging my knees for about an hour... or five.
What I'm asking here, is if I'm the only one that has this problem. Am I? I mean, I'm able to handle things most times but I have little moments in my life and memory that are essentially me taking a brief vacation from sentience.
Dreaming of Cheers
Standing Up to Life: Book 3
Posting Schedule
I have posted the second part of my new book today. My plan is to post on Tuesdays and Fridays.
For those of you reading it, is the size of todays post okay? Would you prefer a two chapter post like Friday's? I'm playing around a bit with post size. I'm also considering posting one chapter on Tuesdays and two chapters on Fridays... (It's forty chapters total) What do you all think? I'm listening :-).
Staying up all night: boy, am I tired!
(this is a Working Girl blog)
Last week, my doctor decided to change the prescription for my daily meds. No big deal, really. My new meds are exactly like the old ones. In fact, the only reason he changed it was because the new kind is cheaper. (My doc's a nice guy. :)
I don't know about the others here at BC, but even off-site I write A LOT. and one thing that always bugs me is finding good and decent sounding names for my characters. I HATE with a passion the boring names that, I am sorry, Lazy people like to slap on to some characters...
I've always considered myself to be a bit looney. I've been trying to figure out if my birth date is the cause. I don't really think it did but it does make my personal insanity a bit more palatable. I couldn't have a more appropriate birthday.
April 1st... April fools day! I love it. It gives me an excuse.
My life has been a roller coaster ride. Born in 1951, my dad made combat jumps as part of the 17th airborne in WWII, so short he just made the minimum height. He was rough, tough, and profane and a mechanic.
I just keep coming up with new ideas for stories; which naturally slows down the posting of old ones. It's kind of irritating in a way, but fun, too. The latest addition is a spin-off of sorts of Kittyhawk. I'll be posting the first part of Chrysalis Friday for sure, as I've already written 5,000 words of it. I'm not sure how big the first part will be. It may be the entire 5,000 words, or I may break it down some. I may even add more to it before then and post all of that as the first part, but I doubt it.
This morning I was rumaging through my closet and found my first skirt from the 49th time I began accumilating clothing. I wore it on my first expedition from the house to attend a GID support group. Amazingly, I doubt that I will ever be able to wear it again, can't even get it up past my hips, and it makes me wonder if I could ever wear it. Who was that person?
I'm sure you thought I meant something else, but what I'm refering to is a steam locomotive. I spent a wonderful weekend with my wife and two grandsons riding the steam train which runs from Sunol to Niles, California. The boys were beside themselves with awe for the steaming beast. They only run the locomotive three times a year and when they do it creats traffic jambs on the highway next to the tracks. This train is a thing of beauty as it chugs slowly from Niles to Sunol, the return trip because it has to climb up hill which forces it to work and display the beauty of steam.
My weekend was a bit like the curate's egg - good in parts. I had a good time with my daughter and her partner, although my IBS nearly spoilt things - I had two bouts this time, once in the cinema and I had to go running to the loos as the film (Kick Ass) was about to start. The film was OTT violence and bad language - but was so slick and fast moving it didn't put me off. Both my daughter and her partner enjoyed it.
I lost my key to the front door, so I gotta stay home and find the durn thing! Oh well! even though I'm missing out on Church, at least the door is once again secure.
Well, I just got back from my daughter's 10th birthday party, so I thought I would take a second and introduce her to you all. She is develepmently delayed, mentally and emotionally more like 6 than 10, suffers from ADHD, and her favorite pasttime is climbing her daddy and trying to sit on my head, while trying to convince me to be more like James Bond. She doesnt understand why her dad is so "girly and wierd" (her words), but she does love me anyway.
Welcome to the First Annual February Music Motif Challenge. This year’s theme (and likely for years to come) is "I Enjoy Being a Girl." Variations on that theme might include any permutation thereof, including I enjoy being a close approximation of a girl, I enjoyed being a girl, but no longer, I am about to enjoy being a girl for the first time, and for all of you forced femme aficionados, I don't enjoy this at all, can I go now? Rather than award one single winner, owing to fairness, civility and an inability to get an auditor to certify our bogus results, we have given every entry its own unique award to recognize its ....uniqueness. Without further ado, we now present the Entrants, in no particular order other than from top to bottom, here are the "Winners" of the First Annual February Music Motif Challenge. Jill made me do it...honest...I didn't want to...okay...I did, but she was really mean...okay she was okay, but I thought she might be mean...never mind.
Earlier this week, I decided that I'd like bigger boobs. I saw a friend of mine's DDs floating around in the neck line of her T shirt and got a bit green around the gills. So, as I was changing my patch, I put two on instead of one, and forgot about it. Well later, the next day or something, I was feeling slightly nausiated and felt quite emotional, and after a while realized what was causing it. Sadly I took one patch off.
I once read a poem, probably written in the 19th or early 20th century. It is a dramatic poem, and I have heard it recited with a musical background.
Roughly, one of the lines is something like 'the moon is white instead of yellow' or visa versa. It made so much sense to me in the mental state I was in at the time.
Well, I woke is finished, and I wanted to thank everyone who has read, voted, or commented on the story. What started as a little throw-away while I was looking for ideas has morphed into the longest piece of writing I have attempted. I hope I can take the lessons I have learned doing this piece and use them for the stories that follow. Got some ideas, but it might be a bit before they are fully realized. One of the lessons I have learned is the advantage of taking my time. Plus that old friend "real life" may have a thing or two to say. Hugs to everybody.
You may have missed Tiffany's blog entry a few days announcing book 3, Dreaming of Cheers. As fast as entries come in now, I'm sure the message won't be seen by many now.
Basically, she should have the first two or three chapters up here tonight with weekly additions, or you can purchase the ebook in PDF form now at lulu.com
Two months ago, I estimated that we would have 10,000 stories and or chapters in the BCTS archives by April 15. It looks like that will happen on or before April 7th, probably in the afternoon of April 6th.
A few months back I noted that I had just received (that day) a single vote on more than half of my stories. This has happened again. I assume it is a software glitch. Has anyone else received votes on most of their stories today? I'd like to believe that somehow thirty-one of my old stories received votes today, but that's about twenty-nine more than what I normally would receive on any given day.
Checks can be made out & sent to:
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