This morning I found one of my stories in Random Solo. I was surprised to see it there because I had previously felt so embarassed with my early work, that I did not want it to be seen.

Reading it took me back more than 10 years to before I transitioned. And yes there were the usual word order problems and awkward sentences.

One thing that struck me was how easily Credence was driven to tears. In the past, I have been critical of other authors in their liberal use of the tear in their stories. Now it looks a bit like the pot calling the kettle black! GAD ZOOKS !

Looking back, the year that I first published "Ms Frankenstein", was really rough. By then I had known for over 10 years that I was Trans, but had been fighting it off, thinking it was an attack from Satan. So, in 2000, they'd started me on some really strong psych meds to deal with the resultant depression. I was fighting, but was losing, and very reluctant to admit it to myself.

In 2001, in an attempt to lose myself in God's work, we headed for Kenya for a short term mission, and it was there that a native woman had prophesied against me. There are tales about strange things happening in Africa, and I can say that they are true.

Later in 2001, Criminals would fly planes into the WTC, the Pentagon, and tried to do the White House, but I believe the plane was shot down by the Air Force.

Within months my easy going job with the City of Hillsboro became a tense, joyless, nightmare. Power hungry criminals began taking our freedoms away, illegally wire tapping our phones and seeking to invalidate both the 1st and 2nd ammendments of our Constitution. I became very frightened and was put on even more psych drugs. Dosages so heavy that I should not have been driving.

So, it was this heavily medicated, very frightened, woman to be that wrote and posted "MS Frankenstein". In real life, I had not yet discovered how to cry, though it would come.

And Yes, Credence cried very easily, and now the author does too.