Mom is still in the ICU but the doctor's seem upbeat. I'm home. Tomorrow is my brother's birthday. Still got bronchitis but I think I've got it on the run.

Hugs to all,
Erin

If not for Angel, Christine, and Penny I would not have had the courage to post what I have written so far, I probably would have deleted it for fear that it wasnt good enough. I know we all have some personal deamons to bear and these three wonderful people helped break a part of my shell that threatened to consume me.I am filled with a surge of joy as I see that people here are tolerant of new talent wanting to express ideas. I can actually see how some people will try to make someone feel sepcial even if it means taking thee time to prod them into the right direction.

Coming late tonight or early morning! I began this afternoon around 2:30pm (Central, GMT-6) I couldn't finish before leaving for my knitting club at 4pm. I'll finish it up tonight when I get home.
Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

We all know that Santa really rides a bike, hence the myth about Rudolph and his red nose - most people see the back of the bike and its red rear light.

Mom's doing better today, she's off the vent and if she can stay off the vent till tomorrow they will probably release her from ICU Wednesday.

Happy Christmas Everyone,
Erin

…that means in this case that at least in this part of the world it's Christmas day.
So, to Erin for providing the possibility…
Also Bob and Sephrena and the other quiet helpers that do and let us do what we do and make it easy.

I'm having some issues getting what I want to say down here, and nobody here really KNOWS me or anything, so even though I find it intellectually interesting, the rest of you feel free to ignore this. I was reading comments on chapter 7 of Rules are Rules, and I just got really confused about this idea of gender stereo typing being necessary for him to fit in and not get caught and it just kind of felt wrong to me. I think gender is much more complicated than all that surface garbage, and it's also pretty transparent. It's only a big deal if there's something wrong.

Anyone remember the television shows from the late '70s and early '80s? There is one that has always been one of my very favorites, and now that the

So, the below is just a few moments of mischieviousness, read on if you wanna!

This is awful. The other day I read a story that I believe was reasonably short, or perhaps it is just a chapter of it? It was just wonderfully romantic, and I left a comment to the effect.

Yesterday, I got a PM from Nick B saying thank you for the nice comment, but he was confused as to what story I was commenting on. Well, for the life of me, I can not remember.

I've lost my copy of the original tuck season.
could somebody spare me a copy ?
thanks

Someone posted a link, in a blog, to a site that uses some kind of algorithm to determine if a story is written by a man or a woman. I've lost the link. Can someone provide it?

Thanks,

Teddie

I have to shamefully admit that my story "Changed by Aliens" has some elements in it that I can only see as plagiarism. Over the years, I have read thousands of stories and I had forgotten about the story that bears striking resemblence to mine.

We have update folks!

Head on over to http://www.sapphireplace.com/new.html to check out the goodies!

I read a lot of Enid Blyton when I was a child (probably at the tail end of her greatest popularity). I had a bookcase full of the 'Famous Five', 'Secret Seven' and '...of Adventure' series, but my favourites were the school stories. I especially loved Mallory Towers, where all the girls were very grown up, level headed and well turned out (even the beastliest of girls came round in the end).

First update in more than six months, thanks Sapphire.

Hugs,
Erin

They sent her over from the rest home with a temp they couldn't get down but the doctors at the hospital don't seem too worried and Mom is in good spirits and actually a little less confused than she's been being. I've got a cold so I don't dare get too close and I'm running a temp myself, a mild one. They're giving her antibiotics and intravenous liquids and will keep her for at least a couple of days. I'll go over in the morning to check on her but I think she's going to be fine and back in the convalescent hospital soon.

Strange things are happening. It's not Halloween. There isn't a full moon. Nasty beasties, as far as I know are not roaming 'out there'.

But I'm puzzled and perplexed. Something is not right with the world. Things may not be as they seem.

Why?

Well, Home Alone Book 2 ~ Moving on ~ Chapter 7 has had no less than 941 hits, but and this is the strange bit, Chapter 8 has had 1001 hits!

Bahuchara Mata is a Hindu goddess. She was a daughter of a charan. She and her sister were on journey with a caravan when a marauder named Bapiya attacked their caravan. It was common practice in charan men and women if overpowered by their enemies, not to surrender but to kill themselves. Being a reason for the shading the blood of charan was considered heinous sin. When Bapiya attacked caravan, Bahuchara and her sisters announced tragu and cut their breasts. Legends tells that Bapiya was cursed and became impotent. The curse was lifted only when he worshiped Bahuchara Mata by dressing and acting like woman. Wikipedia

Has anyone had an element of their fiction make an unexpected connection with real events?

In 'Midnight Angels' Jess paints a white rose on the tail of her aeroplane... officially it would have been red but she is from Yorkshire and a red rose would never do. When it's copied to the other aircraft it makes the squadron very easy to recognise and earns them a nickname.

Lots of visitors lately, so that's why the front page sometimes changes to a simpler layout; it's a way of getting a little more speed for those on dial-up when the site is busy. Interestingly, it's not so much that more people are visiting lately as, although that's up, too, but the larger part of the traffic increase is due to more people looking at more pages each visit.

Hmm... its been a few months and I haven't written a lick of poetry...
It must be due to the fact that I haven't really had anything major go on in my life...
I feel those creative juices flowing however and I'm getting that itch to write something... Bah... I'll get around to it eventually... maybe try my hand at something bigger than poetry *wink*
Hope I put out something soon!
~Dannielle

Okay, now I'm answering some questions.

That's what I am by the warm welcome and response to my first posts. I've a few friends who've been supportive (and probably exasperated by my insecurities) but it's so nice to be sure that 'views' isn't translating into 'read the first lines, no sex, moved on'. :)

As with everybody, a story teller has many paths he can travel. However, sometime you reach a fork in those paths where each seems as bright or dim as all the others. How can a choice be made about which to next travel?

I'm spending most of each day at the hospital or running around doing errands. Not a lot of juice left for doing stuff.

While on the way to the hospital today, I got rear-ended at a stop sign. Second time in a month.

I know what you're all like when you get your noses into a story you like and how you can get snotty (with good reasons too) when they end up sitting unfinished.

I have such a story that has one poor lad (or is that lass) sitting on a ship in the middle (metaphorically speaking) of the Atlantic.

The first premium story I donated to BigCloset, Jacks or Better, will be posted next week as a free story. So...

I'm just sick. Another BC author has chosen to withdraw her stories.

I'd just like an explanation.

A few folks (you know who you are, Angel, Sephrena, John, and Hope) have recently added some inordinately (in some cases shamelessly) flattering comments to a couple of previous Leeway installments. I mean jeez, thanks for the encouragement and all, but if my head gets any bigger it will explode. *blushing furiously*

This is my first blog entry, so I don't much know how you will appreciate it, but I hope you will.

someone named erew is posting spam. so far there is two stories this person posted comments to buy some product. I hope they get removed because its annoying.
Im wondering why post spam here. I doubt anyone is intereasted in it. IS it to be annoying?

I've grown an inch and a quarter ! Keeping my weight down is very serious business because the docs tell me that when the pain gets intolerable, they will put in Herrington Rods. Sure there have probably been less invasive advancements in Medicine. I recently heard of plastic Vertebra. I still am not attracted to the surgery theatre. This return to my old height is a very good sign for me.

She fell at the hospital and broke her hip.

My brother and I are looking into long term care and the doctors are running around with their hands over their mouths for fear of saying something we might sue them over, I guess.

It's a good hospital, shit happens.

Hugs,
Joyce (Erin)

I don't know how many of you read my report on the Memorial Service (click here to read) we held for the Transgender Day of Remembrance on Tuesday, but we had some additional benefits today.

Gone Away

by Joyce Melton

Over the almost year that I have been here, I have tried to become more faithful with comments at the end of other's stories.

I just happened to notice that my latest installment here, "MS Frankenstein" has had 614 reads but 2 comments. Admittedly, the story is not that well put together, so I can understand somewhat. Episode 2 will be greatly improved.

A quick note to my three fans-

I apollogize for not having the new chapter up yet. An emergency situation required me to take an unplanned trip, and I have not had access to the Internet nor the time to make the posting. (this is being sent from my phone)

I should have ch 36 posted no later than tomorrow night.

- Krunch

I realize that it's only a USA holiday but Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Canada and Mexico had their Thanksgivings earlier but this is the big US family feast day, in some ways, bigger than Christmas which is so much about shopping now that people forget to be happy to have what they've got.

Hello everyone:

I have been wringing my hands about this, hopefully not like some drama queen, and have changed my sign on to match my pen name. I can not nessessarily articulate all the reasons why but it just feels better this way.

So now, Gwenellen is simply Gwen, or Gwen Brown.

Happy Thanksgiving

Gwen Brown

Okay, I'm still awaiting the return of my own computer. I couldn't afford a new one just now so spent the money I had getting my old one refurbished so it would at least run like it was more or less new.

Okay, so I was talking with a couple of the other National Novel Writing Month folks that are writing a superhero story, and the two "main" comic book universes came up. We started comparing each other's writing styles to characters from them. My word count being rather ambitious (see my other blogs), someone made the comment that I was a cyborg or a witch. I made known my preference to be known as a Word Witch (hee!). Then... someone else made the comparison to Galactus, the Eater of Worlds... I am (apparently) the Eater of Words. I have been dubbed the Lexivorous Word Witch. Yeah, that's all I had to say. Just thought that was nifty.

Due to popular demand (well my cat liked the story) I have decided that in the new year I will continue with Working Girl.

I thought of an outstanding title for it:

Working Girl 2

Pithy and straight to the point eh?

If any of you creative types out there can think of a better title, please let me know.

Not that I think I am any different from many of the rest of the girls here, but the very realization that I have become a far different person than I was is such a pleasant surprise. IMHO, I am probably the ultimate girly girl or try to be. I'd be the girl wearing a frothy mountain of lace to a prom dance. I'd love to be carried to my car if the puddles were too yucky.

When I was in Bangkok getting my SRS from Dr Kamol, I was looking in the mirror one day, about a week post op. I noticed that my upper lip was absolutely straight; no cupids bow at all.

I was looking for help in getting my story edited, and sorted. please contact me via this site.

Have you ever had a day where you where overwhelmed by the impression that you were surrounded by completely common-sense-resistant people? Where the sickening feeling that politically controlled mass media feeding was recived by more pigs than there where tits to feed from?

Since I have got to a similar place in Cruisin', I thought you might like this...

I try to be the most loving and friendly person I can but once in a while I just blow it so bad that the enormity of what I have done simply plagues me for days. I am afraid that this is one that I will have to go back and fix if I get the oportunity.