Hi all.

Just thought I'd share my currant WIP's (Work in progress) from a predominantly female craft that seems to be not represented in the stories at all. Patchwork & Quilting.

Firstly, a redwork project that I would have started just after Shrub got elected, all the US presidents in Redwork!

(The strip of blocks in the left of the picture is something of C's called "á–h my gosh" Each 6 inch square block contains, on average, around 40 pieces!)

My first question is, has anyone here hit the hundred kudo mark for any one posting. (Adding all the kudos together for a multi-part story doesn't count)?

I was looking over my stories, like I do, and I noticed that I had no comments for College Girl 3 and 4. This makes me sad. While I am aware that some chapters have only 1 comment, these two are sad and lonely, wasting away for want of a comment, some sort of love or recognition, it is heart breaking... All I can hear now is those poor chapters crying out in their loneliness and privation. I cannot hear any other story because of their lamentations. OH THE HUMANITY!!

They say confession is good for the soul, but bad for the reputation, so I might as well find out if they're right by making a confession of my own.

There are bits of my mind that scare the heck out of me.

Sometimes it feels like I may not be alone in my head, and somewhere in the boatload of darkness inside me there is something, or someone else.

And that something or someone isnt a nice critter in any way, shape or form.

Well, I finally overcame the heat of my shyness and bought "50 Shades Of Grey". The thing I find amazing is the writing style. It just flows so naturally and there is never any need to stop and go back to figure out what happened. This is how I want to write when I grow up! :)

On another note: the protagonist is ME, and I need to get back to the book to see what happens to me.

G

You may all gasp in surprise and fear, for yes indeed it is another chapter and in a timely manner. The world must surely be at an end!

I know I am notoriously slow for a number of different factors, health and other projects being but two of the factors causing this. But I just had to crank this one out to keep you all from hanging. Besides, Takeshi was so sad in my head and I needed to do something before he got my brain soggy... so I was in effect looking out for me.

I was feeling good and Terpsi was feeling spry, despite being evil with Tegan. So there you have it. Enjoy.

I am a person who doubts almost everything. probably because I already believe in two completely impossible things already, and despite what Alice in Wonderland recommended, that's probably my limit, or maybe even over it.

What makes my impossibilities even harder to deal with is the fact that they are regarded as totally incompatible with each other in the sense that people who have tried to assure me that one is impossible, almost always believe that the other exists.

What are these two impossibilities?

Simple. The existence of God, and the existence of Dorothy.

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I was rummaging around, re-reading older stories at FM, and ran across an unfinished story set from Lorraine B, called "The Alien Within or Holy Crap, There's An Alien In My Bed". Part 1 and 2 were posted in mid-2004, with the name given for part 3, but it appears that part 3 never emerged. I'd normally put it down to the author no longer writing, but she continued to post for another 2 years afterwards.

I figured I would ask if anyone knows about the author, or the story.

This is partially an FYI, partially a request for help.

Bill and I (and our Chocolate Lab Penny) recently had to re-locate to a local hotel.

The reason, as you probably suspect, is that "Black Mold" was found in our home.

Much of our furniture and other things are going to be tossed out in the process of cleaning the house.

This process includes tearing up all the carpets, and scrubbing all the walls, floors, and ceiling with bleach to make sure it's ALL GONE.

Good Morning Mr. Sun

Early in the morning comes through my window Mr. Sun
I just thank God for another shiny day
today as another day I’ll keep on trying being better girl
and also I will add a small pinch of love

Good morning to life
good morning to love
good morning to joy
good morning Mr. Sun

I’ll keep on trying being the best everywhere
I’ll keep on trying doing my best anywhere
good morning to all

It is good to give thanks to God
and to make melody to His name.

Well, we were out last night clubbing Thursday 24th and I had a philanthopic interlude just like Ang's experiences with Sam.

Five of use were enjoying ourselves and going 'Over the top a bit. As seen below. (The famous five.)

An apology, to all who called me on my being a drama queen over the incident with my car. I just got off the phone with the insurance company, and it turns out I'm NOT going to have to have a year's worth of coverage up front. Once again, what looked to me like a mountain turns out to be a mole-hill, and boy is my face red over my over-reaction.

Hopefully, this is a lesson I can learn for the next time something happens - dont make more trouble than is actually there, and take it one breath at a time.

Thanks to everyone who puts up with me anyway.

Reading Amy's latest story has given me an idea. Most of you know my history, but just imagine what if the doctor who abused me instead helped me? What might have happened? I'm going to noodle that and see where it goes ....

Every morning, I get up, look at this body of mine, and wonder how I can possibly make being female work. I mean, put it in a suit and have it lose 50 pounds, and it would probably be called "handsome".

And yet here I am, trying to change that, and somehow make this body pass as a woman's.

Its dam hard, and sometimes, it feels like a hopeless task, so why do I bother?

I've never had enough discipline in my life to reach any goal I've set, so why do I think this will be any different than when I tried to become a nurse, or before that a teacher?

For all those who have asked me to find additional formats for my books, you will be pleased to note that I am now up and running with SMASHWORDS.COM, and have started publishing versions other than KINDLE...i.e. for Apple iPad/iBooks, Nook, Sony Reader, Kobo, and most e-reading apps including Stanza, Aldiko, Adobe Digital Editions, and others......

You can even purchase Kindle versions through the Smashwords site. (the price is the same as on the Amazon Kindle site)

The first one is THE HARD WAY

Well, finished dealing with the insurance company for the moment, and I got both the bad news and the worse news. The bad news is that due to the non-payment I was cut off as of April 1, and to re-start a policy I'm going to have to pay the yearly cost up front. So somehow over the next little bit I'm going to have to come up with 18,000 $ up front to have coverage for the upcoming year.

Well, today I have to deal with the insurance company, and to say I'm not looking forward to it is an understatement. This is like going to the principal's office as a kid, only a thousand times worse, because if I walk out of there without coverage I will lose my job, hurt my family, and generally make my life suck for the foreseeable future.

I'm scared, which always brings out the PTSD, so I'm having the shakes so bad its hard to even type.

I don't have NEARLY enough on my plate, if you listen to Maureen (my Muse).

With 'Amazon', 'Ma'at' (rewrite and new chapter), four new stories, and the odd editing efforts, Maureen has decided to delve back into my college days for more ideas.

"Wayyyy back in the old days" I was one of those who was into "Dungeons and Dragons." I was fortunate enough to know a couple of good DMs (Dungeon Masters) who had imagination and patience -- and evil; don't forget the evil.

While looking through things, and seeing some criticism about the fact, I notice that I am inconsistent on replying to comments and feedback. Some authors make it a habit of replying to every comment they get, I am more picky and choosy.

My wife and I are middle class and in 1999 we loaned are boys $5,000 to purchase a house(it got them out of our house LOL).Now 13 years later they are doing a short sell , when I said I was part of that short sell because we would not see our money back I thought we lost are connection do to the silence. YOU GOT TO LOVE EM -- RICHIE2

P.S. My older boy is a C P A at least he does my taxes for free

When I was a very young creature of uncertain gender, my brother began having vision troubles that ended with him having operations and needing to wear glasses. Not long after, I began to complain about my eyes as well, but something funny happened.

Nobody believed me.

They assumed that I was just trying to being like my big brother, and so patted me on the head, and told me to stop being silly.

It took months before my teacher finally told my parents to have my eyes actually checked, and it turned out I did indeed need glasses, and I wear them to this day.

I really don't know what started this, maybe reading a Julie O story, but I found myself wanting to go back and read "Zapped" by Bob Arnold. The more I thought about it the more I thought I owed it to Bob's memory. It had been a couple years since I read the story from beginning to end, but it is good to go back an re-experience the joy, hurt, sadness and adventure of Jen Stevens life.

Hello my lovelies:

I haven't been spending much time on here lately and expect to be here considerably less in the future. It is not that I have become a snob, or that I am depressed, but am just too busy to breathe any more, and I love what I am doing.

In truth, aside from the sadness of my losses once in a while, these are the happiest days of my life and I am pretty glad that I quit sucking on gun barrels.

I apologize in advance, for what i am about to tell u all, fair warning this is very sensitve announcement and im scared, im so scared i fear what i thought i concered,

I am shaking and crying, i feel my end is coming near.

I have had 3 spine operations in my teen years and at the last one i was led to believe i never had to worry again of scoliosis.

today i went to the er, to see why my namonia hasent went away

I was told i no longer have namonia,

I am not sure how many people here follow the yahoo group TG Fiction, or even FM. But many stories appear first at the TG Fiction group before they are ever posted to a story site. There is another group I am writing about. Morpheus has his own yahoo group where he posts a lot of stories that never get posted to other sites. If you follow it, my apologies for taking your time. If you don't you may wish to look it over. He currently has one going titled The Changling Chronicles, it is an excellent read. You may wish to look it over. He also has a couple other going also that you may like.

What your characters would look like? As I wrote on and am trying out a few different plot ideas, the more I write Mrs. Molly Hallmark in Through the Years, the more I see Missi Pyle, but I see her as Mrs. Beauregarde from the movie Charlie and the Chocolate factory. When she's getting mad in the stories, I see her just giving that creepy look that Missi pulls off so well.

Not sure why, but that was the first face I thought of when I kept writing her.

Sorry for the drama everyone. I'm okay, I'll be okay. Yeah, I probably made my life a thousand times more difficult, but somehow, I'll find a way through this. My feelings came out of exhaustion, hormones, and being an UN-medicated bipolar person with a life history that has produced a "failure tape" - a list of my mistakes that seems ready to play over and over again in my head at a moment's notice.

Yes, well, erm, I've notched up another milestone on my journey through life. In years gone by, I'd be exactly half way through my allotted three score and ten, but with the way both longetivity and statutory minimum retirement ages keep rising, I might still be as fit as a fiddle and in work by then. I can but hope :)

So... thirty five years I've been on this planet (well, I will have been as of about 5:45pm tonight, as mum will frequently remind me at this time of year!) - here's to many more.

Cheers! :)

Last night while I was puttering around here I got a message that someone wanted to talk. Turned out it was a young woman who was feeling suicidal. Among other things, she was struggling with having been sexually abused at a very young age. She sounded quite serious about killing herself, saying she had a wire around her neck, and I desperately begged her not to do it. I used every argument I could think of, and got her to take off the wire. Eventually, she signed off to go to bed, so I can only hope she will seek some professional help. I hope I helped her.

It's been a busy day, I started working on a new story that I have been wanting to post, lately I have been fighting with my muse and not feeling very inspired. So I decided to start working on something new and see if it would get my creative juices flowing again.

well 17 hours and 7 chapters later, i am sitting here and it's like 1:30am wondering where the time has gone.... can you say workaholic...lol

Hey guys!

Guess what... I got something out... and I am working on more stuff. Wow... who knew that could even happen? So, stories are enroute... enjoy the wait.

When I was 3, a teenage boy that was living in my uncle's house pulled down my underwear and ejaculated on me (though in my memory I remember it as him peeing on me, I think that's because at 3 that's the only liquid I thought came from there). At that moment I was a victim.

When I was 10, my cousin sexually molested me, causing me to perform oral sex on him, having him penetrate me anally, and finishing off with ejaculating in my mouth (which caused me to run out of the room, into the bathroom and vomiting). At that moment I was a victim.

First of all. I am better. Whatever evil, mutated virus was attacking me seems to have given up most of the ghost. I say most because I am still having some after effects such as nose constantly running, multiple explosive sneezing, and a vague ache in my head and neck. I have been checked out by a doctor and he says that nothing is seriously wrong, just my general lack of anything resembling a healthy lifestyle, which probably led to the attack of the mutant virus in the first damn place.

You might want to move your keyboard out of the way so you can bang your head against your desk in desperation at this...

It's about what you'd expect from many African politicians - effectively putting the onus of the blame for the spread of HIV onto women (presumably under the impression that it's completely impossible for their menfolk to control their philandering ways).

The synopsis of what this latest politican to make a completely bonkers statement on the issue can be neatly summed up in this tweet:

Has anyone heard from JadenSkywalker8? She was supposed to hear from her psychiatrist or psychologist today.

Did she get the call? Is she alright?

Please post Jaden!

Hugs,
Erica

Does anyone else frets about the posting thing or is it just me? I, like us all, like having my story having some page time before falling off the bottom. I've found myself watching to see if a slow time shows up. It's like timing the merry go round so you can step on.

Should I post now? No, wait until after Bike. Is it time yet, hey here's a new one by Maggie. Got to read that one. Should I post now? No, let's wait for tomorrow. :)

So yes I finally got this one posted.
hugs
Grover

Well, yesterday was a bit of a mixed day. First, the good - I was pain-free, and that's a very good thing. Second, the bad. I had a nasty little flashback at work, so bad I felt like I couldnt breathe properly, and I was stuttering. Fortunately it didnt last too long, so I didnt miss any of my work. Last, the I-dont-know-what-to-think - I had a bit of an argument with my ex last night, and in the process learned that she understands perfectly what I'm doing, and thinks I'm crazy, but she shows no signs of keeping Sam from me.

Make of this what you will.

I was mulching with the Wrecking Crew again today. We were doing one of the owner's houses in town. Both of them actually have several houses... Er... well, this one was more of a mansion.

The Family Girl Blogs (aka "The New Working Girl Blogs") Blog #45:  Reunited with my Sweater, or Whatinheck's Wrong with the Weather!?! To see all of Bobbie's Family Girl Blogs, click on this link: http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/28818/family-girl-blogs

Moe and I are back home and found our house to have been meticulously cleaned as only my ma is capable of.   Kitchen, living room, bathrooms all spic n span, and bed clothes nice n crisp n clean (I know ma did the wash coz the sheets smell faintly of Huggies), front n back yards clean and well raked (probably Dad) and a note on the living room table saying that two of the microwavable "Friends" mugs got broken (Aha! That's my sister!).

Anyway, the at-home feeling came back slowly and we settled in.   But what didn't come back was how the weather felt.   Egads, it's cold!!

So Moe n I broke out a couple of our long-unused sweaters, and made plans to pick a nice n wooly sweater ensemble for work the following day.   But why was it so friggin cold all of a sudden?   I checked the thermometer. It was a nice eighty degrees. Eh?

Eureka is full of body swaps tonight..

again.

About 3 years ago I asked for help finding this story, and must have just read it, but not saved it.

The protagonist is at a private school for boys at the start, and is asked to sing with a well known orchestra ... as a girl.

'She' is a hit and goes on to national, ( world?) renown.

It turns out she is intersexed and marries her one time roommate.

She also takes down a professor who was taking credit for work his students had done, and she exposes him.

Help, please?

Holly