I just posted the real third chapter to Boys Will Be Boys (with "The Real Story" added to the title to help clarify things). I added "The April Fools Edition" to the name of the previous version so it should be clear enough which one is the real one and which one the joke. Hopefully no one's too upset with me for my little April Fools joke! It's the first time I've done any kind of April Fools joke, anywhere, so I'll blame inexperience if I went too far with it or offended anyone. ;)

Well, Sorority Boy is finished. I may or may not do an Epilogue, so you all can know what happens to one of our favorite college girls. I honestly don't know right now.

This story began for me back in 97 when I was at Goodfellow Air Base in San Angelo Texas as a way to cope with being in a place where I didn't have the opportunity to dress when I wanted to or needed to. I transcribed those hand written notes into the first part of this story and this ties up a lot of the loose ends.

It's a good news - bad news situation. As of a few minutes ago, I have officially caught up. Now, like so many others, I am sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting for the next episode. I guess the good news is that I can get back to my own writing that seems to have been put on hold. My muse was as entranced as I was.

Thank you, Angharad, for propagating these little bundles of sweet entertainment.

Portia

Today's the annual celebration of the most famous dragon-slayer in history, if you believe the myths!

The Working Girl Blog #13: Woke up on the wrong side, or I'm mean today To see all of Bobbie's "Working Girl" blogs, click on this link: http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/19261/working-girl-blogs

You know that hackneyed old phrase, "waking up on the wrong side of the bed?" I don't know the etymology of the phrase, but I know what it means. And I think I did indeed wake up on the wrong side this morning.

Paragraphs

Paragraphs in English are interesting things, because they aren’t really anything at all.

That’s not the way they started out, of course, as we can see by the word “paragraph” itself, from the Greek “paragraphos,” which means “beside the writing.”

I am a little concerned. I can tell I might be headed for a down. I hope not, I need my energy to figure out my next step, and to make some more stories. Ah, well.

Shock! Horror! Merde alors!

The French are outraged after a photograph of a man wiping his bum on the French Tricolour was published in a French newspaper.

Makes me think of that Rugger song––

Gabi.

see: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/8636331.stm

I'm alive.

To say I'm doing well would be an overstatement, but life continues. I have managed to rouse myself to start editing for John in Wauwatosa, and that's going reasonably well.

(Think about it. How serious and depressed can you stay when John gets his manic muse going?)

Amazon? Ma'at? I hope they'll get fully untracked, but no promises on when that might occur.

My thanks to those who've offered encouragement.

Nicole (a.k.a. Itinerant, Nikki, ...)

PS: Thanks to Angharad for continuing my favorite soap opera. ;-)

It's been an interesting week, but mostly quiet. I do have a few things I felt like getting out of my system though.

Every now and then I re-read some of the comments to my stories as well as the stories to see if I might be able to add anything. What I notice is a pattern to all comments, whether they are for my stories or someone else's, and that is this. Several people pick out a part of the story and only comment on that, others comment on the whole story, and still others like to nit pick about this or that, and it has nothing to do with the story.

The Working Girl Blog #10: Learning to dress in "business casual," or Girl clothes are fun, but I miss pockets - The new meaning of VPL To see all of Bobbie's "Working Girl" blogs, click on this link: http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/19261/working-girl-blogs

Be warned - nothing major happened today, so today's blog will just be a lot of folderol about nothing. Hope you aren't too disappointed.

You're probably all familiar with the classic slapstick comedy sketch whereby someone saws off the tree branch they're perched on. Scarily enough, it's happened in real life. And the hotel concerned has been fined  £1,000 and ordered to pay  £1,000 costs...

Well, I let my family bully me into getting my hair cut. Even my mom, who I thought was on my side, helped, and in fact provided the money. And they used my daughter to push me too. I gave in, and feel rotten about it. I make myself the promice that this is the last time i am letting them run my life.

(Me) I thought it was about time to give you lot a progress update on the Bike episode summaries. Remember the last time I posted, I'd done episodes one to 103, plus 900 to wherever we'd got to by then. A lot can happen in a few weeks, and the number of episodes covered has grown to over 600. There's also a cast list and a title page.

Like many authors who publish on this site, I gain a great deal of satisfaction from knowing that many others have enjoyed my work. Comments are wonderful, but there are typically around seven times more people who would normally vote without leaving a comment. With the indefinite suspension of the Voting System, it means that I would be blind to all those readers.

I need help again, but this time to translate a simple phrase to French. The phrase is, "Welcome to France sir, may I help you?" This will take place at an information booth at an airport in France. I might need additional translations, but I'm not sure yet. Arecee

I have recently been thinking deeply about the way our society is towards our children regarding the LGBT community. atleast with my family and the neighbors around me. More often then not, I've gotten into a fight with someone, about letting someone be them selves, be they gay, transexual, bi, or straight. And more often than not, I get the urge to deck them when they get the smug look on their face when they think they've provided proof that I'm wrong.

It seems that those with an interest in women's apparel will sometimes go to great lengths to obtain them.

• Cops: MSU thong thief caught with 79 pairs of pilfered panties
• Charges possible for g-string thief

I can't help claiming this as a small personal victory.

Well, I had to try to live as a Man again; try to get my family back; and try to find balance in my life.

1. I found out that Female is the balance in my life.

1. I found out that my family's issue with me was not about my being a woman, but about the lies that my x told about me. I don't even know what those lies were, because my son won't tell me. Is this familiar to any of you?

1. I got 5 years of hair growth taken off. She gave me a lesbian hair cut. She thought I was a FtM.

Wow, it's already been a year since I registered here (my first story went up only eleven days later, seems like it was longer than that...)! Time really has flown by this last year. I've actually been a regular visitor here for three or four years longer than that, but I'm shy. ;)

I suppose you are all thinking, "that bugger Nick has done it again" aren't you?

I don't blame you.

Since Pen's mum's death, things here have been a little topsy-turvy and frankly, I don't know which way is up. Having been looking to try and complete my web course and write several stories or at least, keep up with Jamie and his problems, we have now decided to try again for France.

H'okay so...

Just to let you know... I am partially done with the next Sorority Boy chapter. I have no idea how much longer it will be though as I am trying to finish up a few other things right now.

I have a few new story ideas in my head right now, but I am planning to not let them out until I have finished Sorority Boy, my Kim Possible fic and maybe a few other projects. Some fun stuff but we'll see.

That a few of my stories have garnered over one thousand reads. Now, I don't know how many are a quick glance and how many arer where the story is read, but it shows that I am doing something right.

I admit that my first stories werenb't all that good, but thanks to Sephtrena , Beth, and Nora, I hve gottrn better. And I must thank Maddy Bell for letting me do the Gaby fan fics and the author who've let me do a TransBike story for them.

The music that made me angry enough to live. Nothing short of pissing me off that badly was enough to do the trick.

Crank it up!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tMxdzO21KM&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m99ybtk4QNs&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uebInqG1pJI&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4nCy5CITc8&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1G0TJ_89ao&feature=related
And just because I thought I'd be kinda brutal, here's the last kick in the teeth.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuFPPnpftqU

I am considering posting my Autobiography to this site. I wrote it back in 2004 as a way to let my family know how and why I came to transition. I am hoping my story might inspire others who are just starting this journey. Would anyone like to read it? I came across it when I was going through some old papers yesterday and felt inspired to share it here on BCTS.

It seems that life is imitating Bike - I know it goes in cycles - but the Royal Mail has just issued a new set of stamps about endangered UK mammals. It's interesting the hedgehog is included, as is Muscardinus avellanarius about which I write reams. The pictures are worth a look, pity it won't shame the Japanese, Norwegians and Icelandians to stop killing whales for spurious research, which we all know goes straight to Japanese restaurants - disgusting people.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/gallery/2010/apr/13/ro...

Angharad.

You know, like, you know.

WherEVER did we come up with THAT to fill in the gaps in conversation.

Sorry, got off topic and I haven't even started.

It seems that the roller coaster keeps on coasting. Last week I was in the pits, then the electrolysis, which was a tremendous boost, then today.

Well, it seems like i am stuck, in more ways than one. I have paced the boundries of my cage and cant find an exit anywhere. Without a decent job, i simply cant transition. I cant get a decent job without schooling, and I cant afford schooling (dumb mistakes in my past mean i cant get a loan, either.) Meanwhile, i am also experiancing a lack of movent on the story front. I have about a dozen ideas, but cant seem to put anything together. ah, well.

The Working Girl: Blog #4 My new reputation as Choco-Monster

I was sorta dreading today, as there might be some fallout from my tough stance in the meeting last Friday.

But I guess it worked. Sort of. But I don't know how to feel about it. Everyone seemed a little over-solicitous. I mean, everyone in the team greeted me Good Morning today - several said "good morning, boss," or chief, or ma'am, or something like that. Well, I guess I had no choice - don't know enough to be the chummy boss, so I guess I had to settle for the by-the-book boss.

You asked for it and we heard you and now we have granted your wish. Chrissie by Barbara Lynn Terry is now in ebook format and can be purchased from the following eRetailers...

Amazon Kindle
Sony Reader
BN.com/the nook
Scribd.com
Booksonboard.com (users can access content on the iPhone/iPod touch via the Stanza app)

Please enjoy your ebook and now that even though it says it is fiction, it is 97% fact, because it is only volume one of my autobiography.

Love & hugs,
Barbara Lynn Terry

If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be.

Georgina Beyer, a former Mayor and Member of Parliament is considering a return to local body politics.

Beyer has eye on mayoralty

Beyer considers Masterton mayoralty bid

Georgina Beyer (Wikipedia)

I predict that if she stands, she will be successful in the October elections.

Political Service

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.

http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertai...

You never know it may work for you.

Love to all

Anne G.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

Rules for Using Numbers in Stories

by Puddin’

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.

*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.

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

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.

Love & hugs,
Barbara

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.

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.

:) Portia