WunderGirl 8
by Shauna Rousseau
on Patreon for members

Just now, I had reason to search, "cowgirls don't get mad". Along with the (single) result that I was looking for, the search system offered this suggestion: "cowgirl donut get mad".

I was surprised that the single result was a Bru story. But it had the sequence I was looking for.

So I have an update from last blog.

Dad is getting worse to the point that the doctors gave us a choice. He stays in a care place on a machine, which he doesn't want. Or he comes home for Hospice and lives out his time at home. So as of right now he is here and resting on the bed. He has maybe a couple weeks due to them stopping dialysis.

I will try to post soon, but life is about to get hard for a while

I am thrilled that I was able to take part in The Dozen Roses. I am looking forward to seeing the hard work everyone out into it to fruition. Thank you, thank you, thank you to those who worked above and beyond, by putting the stories together by formatting and making the tales blend into a seamless get-together.

Back in the dark ages did some voice recording. We won't call it singing. Almost three months ago I lost my voice, my lung capacity, my taste, smell was off too. FYI read where a lady had three tests for the covid and all negative but she knew she had it. Finally her doc agreed even with negative tests. After starting treatment the test came back positive. I only had two negative tests and no medical help getting over it besides home monitoring by my doc. Over two weeks of running an elevated fever, lack of lung capacity, and I finally passed the hump.

I just went through the drive-through at Jack in the Box, as I often do while dropping off my daughter somewhere. I decided to try their jalapeno cheese smothered tater tots. Alas, they didn't provide a plastic spoon to use, and my napkins got a workout. I was happy I hadn't just gotten a manicure!

As often happens, this got me thinking about other guilty pleasures with their own punishments. My wife and I used to joke that the McDLT was NOT a date meal, as you would be wearing your meal. I suppose that could make a date more interesting.... Anyway...

I have been involved with numerous authors on a soon to be released, "A dozen Roses".

I challenge each of you to pick a favorite character and commit to letting the author know through a comment or PM.

Note you don't have to limit yourself to only one. You will have 13 characters to choose from. Why a baker"s dozen? l'll leave that for you to figure out.

Well fuck me and my life let me start there. Earlier this morning I spent 2 hours writing a blog trying to explain my anguish and loss during this month. When I came back to reread it I found that it had never published and honestly almost threw my laptop (among other things.) Tell the truth I don't even know why the fuck I'm bothering to write anything again. I mean you know that there are just no words to describe certain situations but I had managed something.

It's been a long time since I've been here. Life has gotten so crazy I lost a lot of who I am. Once I saw that purple banner though all these memories washed over me. I remember all the kind people who encouraged my writing and gave me amazing advice. I missed being here and I hope to become a regular once more. Since I only wrote stories before I thought it'd be interesting to give blogging a try. The thing I seem to know the most about is just life and living. There hasn't really been many things that can happen that I haven't already experienced.

These are hilarious tales about Marcie, a boy who accidentally discovered his inner girl and let it rip. They are so funny and well written, that I'd recommend them to anyone. So if you need cheering up, take a look at them, you won't regret it. And finally, thank you Kaleigh, for such a source of much amusement.

Here's the link: https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/6447/marcie-donner-stories

my mom is trying to arrange staying at my cousin Terry's place, who has decided to buy into my mom's paranoid delusions.

fml

Todays LA Time 'Calendar' (12/14/2020) section ran a story called 'Moving Beyond he/she in TV Roles' which should be interesting to most that visit Big Closet. What caught my eye was reference to "Sissy: a Coming of Gender Story" - a book published in 2019 AND a Showtime movie.

The LA Times article speaks about the evolution of LGBQT characters becoming visible in films and to the public in general. Readers may find bits & pieces that strike a personal note with them.

I know it has previously posted that somebody stole one of Bob Arnold's story, Before My Time. Well, the pirate has stolen more of Bob's stories. And in display of chutzpah they are using the author name "Roberta Arnold". I didn't remember that detail from before.

So my last posting was in August. I am really trying to get the next page out. But then life happened.

When I was training to be a Nurse's Aide, one of the things I was taught was that people with dementia often struggle more at night, and during my time in the job, I confirmed this for myself.

But its one thing when its a stranger who you are being paid to look after, another when its your own mother.

Its been really hard to have my mom wake me at 4 AM almost every day believing that the house is on fire, or Mike is injured, or most often, that Carol is going to come downstairs and throw her out into the street.

I posted WunderGirl ~ Chapter 2, on BC, a day early. I have a lot going on, tomorrow. So, your gain!

Well, at least, I hope you see it as a gain! LOL!

Enjoy the chapter. WunderGirl -7- is up on Patreon, now, too!

HUGS!
S

Hey everyone,

So today was a craptastic day.

Mom started in on how Carol is spying on her and when I tried to reassure her she basically accused me of lying and conspiring to put her in an insane asylum.

then Mike came down tried to talk to her got frustrated and said if she didn't want to see the nurse who is coming on Tuesday or I wanted to eat myself to death he wasn't going to get involved anymore.

Both of these hit me just as I was already struggling with Mr. Nasty, so it made things worse.

I can only hope tomorrow is better.

Just want to say thanks to whomever it was that marathon read through my stories this past week and clicked to give 'kudos' on every posted part, even though the books have been posted for awhile. It may not seem that big a deal, but for me anyway (not to speak for other authors out of hand here) seeing someone do that really helps maintain motivation to write that next chapter bouncing around in the ol' noggin - especially after a tough mental year (for everyone!) where the temptation to just go 'blah' and binge watch more Netflix or Youtube has been a lot harder to fight off.

Hello out there,

I released a new book/serial today. Magnus Walker and the Misfits. It's inspired by the Tuck series like almost all of my writing.

This one's about an Intersex kid. His girlfriend invited him to stay the night for his birthday.

In a few days I will post the final chapter for my mini-serial "The Womb of the Unknown Cheerleader."

A few days after that, I will unpublish the story. It is scheduled to form part of a Doppler Press book called "How You Play the Game." Rasufelle is putting the finishing touches on another enticing cover.

It will join over a dozen other books I've donated to BC. I take no part of the revenues generated.

Jingle all the way!--break-->

So the second week of Advent has seen slightly more settled weather hereabouts, mostly dry and even a spot of sunshine! I've had my first Chrimbo card, from my Grandson (well Mummy had to do the writing bit), I just have to work out how to get his presents up to Yorkshire - there are so many! I think I have a plan, do you think the USS Enterprezzie will be able to do the honours?

okay this morning after mom's nightly waking me up thinking Carol has set a fire in her own bedroom to drive my mom out of the house, I laid on the couch and put on a episode of "Too cute" so I could relax and get back to sleep.

I slept for about 2 hours and woke up to discover I was having what felt like a seizure,

My body shook, stopped, and shook again as if I was getting electrocuted.

After about 5 minutes it stopped, and then after I slept for a while the seizures happened again.

"Now, look at me! I’m dressed in girls’ pants and a blouse—and I have a closet full of skirts and dresses!" Sam complained.

It was suggested that I return to this story and write some more. I've done so, like much of my writing, it's freestyle, in other words, it evolves as it goes. I see the characters and follow where they lead me, sometimes it takes me in unexpected directions, episode 9 of this is no exception. I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to write the next one, but I will continue it as time and my other works permit.

I hope you enjoy it.

To the Core, which had originally been written and posted as a serial, is now up on Amazon for Kindle, with paperback option to come soon. Book I contains the first part of my litRPG fantasy epic, with the rest to appear on Amazon soon as well. If you haven't read the story yet, would like to read it from the convenience of your Kindle, or would like to support me, please check it out and leave a review.

Hi All,

I have posted the first chapter of WunderGirl on BC. New chapters will continue to be previewed first on Patreon.

I am also going to be a week or two late with the next (last?) chapter of The Loft. I have just not had the time to work on it.

I hope you enjoy the new series, though.

HUGS!
S

Hi. Last night I signed up for HBO Max. Warner Bro's is releasing all their new movies on there now. After I signed up, I began looking through the tv and film library for items to add to my list. I was very happy to find a movie called Switch. this movie was released in 1991 and was one of my first real sources of TG content. I just thought Id share it with all of you.

Switch (1991)A sexist womanizer is killed by one of his former lovers and then reincarnated as a woman.

Credit card notification on a Friday afternoon it was being used. Okay, try and get hold of any help on the weekend, not happening. It's through my bank so I stopped in Monday morning to see what they could find out. Dozens of ten dollars charges were being constantly added to it constantly. Why ten dollars? The date and the security code isn't required if the purchase is under ten dollars. Same reason for the Friday afternoon beginning of the hits. They had the card number but not the security numbers or the date.

When I was young and innocent, I believed in Santa with all my heart.
He was good to me.

When I became older and not so innocent, I decided he didn't exist.
And yet he was still good to me.

And when I became a parent with little innocent ones of my own I realized
I was Santa, and life is good.

I've been trying really hard to finish the new chapter of Apocalypse Dawn, or anything really the past few days, but it's just not happening. For a week, since I got my medical coverage sorted out, I've been trying to find a new doctor, or at the very least someone to renew my prescriptions for my hormones and meds, but so far I can't even get so much as an intake appointment for eight months to a year. The walk-in clinics won't write a new prescription for me either, unless I have a standing one from a local doctor.

Sam's visit to the mall becomes a game of hide-and-seek when he spots Del wandering the aisles.

All I know is what I've read in books.

Supposedly, readers get a great deal of enjoyment out of guessing what happens next. How will Emily react when Jacob tells her that she is trans? If the author has made that answer plausible in the story the reader will feel good about continuing. If the answer has been guessed correctly the reader pats herself on the back and reads on -- looking for more self-affirmation.

There has been much discussion about whether are not writing a synopsis is preferable to writing a complete story.

I know, I know, I know. I write too much. Cacoethes scribendi. And sometimes my stuff looks as if I am so keen to get on the table it is half baked. “It reads more like a synopsis” at least makes it sound like I have a recipe!

So where is my novel. Well, I am not ruling anything out, but here are my excuses:

Looking for new(to me) long stories

I would like them complete or actively been added too.

Sam's transformation continues, now including what he is required to wear according to his contract. He's really becoming a WunderGirl.
 

I haven't had a lot of spoons for writing for a while, mostly due to not being able to get a full night's sleep with my mom having paranoid delusions every night.

But I still have hopes to have something by the first week of December.

so stay tuned ...

Sorry--somehow I messed up the formatting when I posted this morning and the italics were deleted.

I think I have it fixed!

HUGS!
S

I really love comments. I suppose that makes me needy and insecure, but what (wannabe) girl doesn’t crave attention? I recently posted a story called “Bordello Boys” which is only the second story I have posted on BCTS that got no comments. Of course, I am mortified.
To assuage my hurt I need only refer to my first story “Pretty” which still has the most comments – largely messages of welcome for the same people who revisit my writings again and again – THANK YOU TO ALL.
After that, I have received the most comments from an interesting variety of tales …

Native American Heritage Day

Should it be on Black Friday?

Apparently there have been misunderstandings lately about me or my blogs.

First of all, for those of you who were concerned about me or my blogs, my account has NOT been hacked and the entries were, indeed, made by me.

I believed that I had finally found something that could help a lot of you and was met by what I thought was derision, only to find that it was more concern for me than anything else. I reacted, then, from a place of betrayal and in the face of new information,was shown that I was wrong.

As I lay here trying to sleep, I started thinking about my life - as I am often prone to do. In light of the fact that technically it is Thanksgiving, being nearly 1:30 AM, I started looking at the things that I have to be thankful for.

First, my family is healthy and safe - which in this time and place is something not to be taken lightly. Given that my spouse, two of my sons, and myself all suffered through Covid-19 in late March and early April, and that we are all doing fine now, I am very thankful for the fact that everyone is healthy.

As it is with plays, so it is with life.

What matters is not how long the acting lasts,

but how good it is.

-- Seneca

Peace, Love, Grace

yup, my birthday is exactly 3 months away!

There will be some delay in my writing, as my mother passed away three days ago.

Hey everyone,

Trying to edit a comment I just posted, but everytime I try to save it I get "Error 503 Backend Fetch Failed". What's the problem?