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 am trying to write a long story and i posted my first feeble attempt here last night and a revised version this morning.
I kind of suck as reviewing my own work and hopeing someone can help me proofread and a full edit.

I have to stick my 2 cents in here. Any way it turns out, the "poachers" were breaking a law of some kind, whether it was "jack-lighting deer", hunting out of season, hunting where they shouldn't, shooting without making sure of their target, or playing a Bush or Cheney, etc, etc. The fact remains, they were breaking a law. Maybe several.

With the doctor jokes around now, this little limerick came to mind:

When she got arrested for leading a riot
Her friends said, "We don't understand, she's so quiet."
Still it's not hard to figure
Her radical new vigor
Since she started her gunpowder diet!

Yes, it's true! I really have written a number of stories without (as far as I can tell) any transgender elements. So far, I've only posted a couple of them online. One of them is called A Tree's Story. The actual title is 'In the Beginning - A Tree's Story', but the site where I posted it (deviantART) won't let post titles that long. I also created an audio book version of this story at a website called Internet Archive and the cover art for this story, as seen below.

Hoo boy!

It's five in the morning and here I am awake. My mom got confused in the night, she thought she was in the hospital and used her medical alert button to try to call a nurse. When they asked her who could they call to help her, she apparently forgot I live in the other end of the mobile home and had them call the neighbors.

 
 
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First time I've used this blog thing so I hope I get it right. Earlier today I was watching a television documentary on the Ironman/woman races. One man had advanced ALS but he finished the 2 mile swim, a 120 mile bike ride and then a 26 mile marathon.
As he crossed the finish line he said his mantra was 'If you don't face your fears then you cannot live your dreams.'

 
 
8:45pm 8 November 2007...
 
 

Hello everyone I really need your help.

I have been looking for a certain story that I cannot remember the title nor who the Author is.

I do know what the story is about and if I give you all a synopsis perhaps someone will recognize it and win my undying gratitude!

Hello All.

...then I have to take my Mom to the doctor. If the site burns down while I'm gone, Sephrena or Bob will surely call me. :)

Sometime today, I'm going to try to do some writing myself. I need some time to move stuff off the two servers that are being closed, too.

Hugs to all,
Erin

 
 
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So, here I am three months post op MtF and I found the following article:

http://www.symposion.com/ijt/ijtc0502.htm.

I think it is a must read for pre-ops. I knew there would be a period or remorse or "Post part um depression, :) and I am dealing with it. I am most certainly NOT talking to the family about it.

6:15am 1 November 2007...

]Click here[ to go to the NaNo and see my profile. Excerpt, word count, and writing buddies there.

There will quite likely be zero content from me this month, as November is National Novel Writing Month.

Yesterday it was seven weeks since my baby brother was run down on his short walk to school. Tomorrow will be seven weeks since his death.
 

I was really depressed when she told me to go away. She stopped talking to me too...
Yeah. It really sucked.
I'm a bit better now, but alas...
Unrequited love hurts...

Same chick from the 'Foolhardy Pants' poem, except I was sorta brooding over her from afar because I knew it wouldn't work out but I really didn't want to accept that. Also inspired by a bit I took from a manga called Loveless...

Okay. This on was me feeling really depressed over... things. I really like it now even though I really hate my emo poetry... I thought it was beautiful in a sad way.

Why a sequel to Blue Moon? Why not?

Well, existential questions aside, I couldn't get Richard, Jo, Sophie and the other characters out of my head. They had lots of clever things they wanted to say and stuff they wanted to do. But I didn't have a plot.

I've now sent the storyboard with instructions to Heather Rose for page one! Yay us!

Read this and giggle ladies.

http://www.unassistedchildbirth.com/miscarticles/milkmen.html

So this means that I could nurse my own baby. I have this fantasy about being captured by a powerful business woman who is pregnant and given the job of nursing her child. I really would love to do it.

They say I am a little loopy, but perfectly harmless.

Gwenellen

So. Yesterday I spent about 6 hours on a rickety, rusting, ready-for-the-junkyard, bus, so I could make my appointment time in Buffalo New York, at the V.A. Hospital. No real problems since I slept most of the way there, although the trip back could be a book in and of itself. *giggle*

I am trying to write a story involving administration of hormones.

I'm a big fan of Dan Savage's sex advice column. Dan himself is gay, but he does a great job, in my humble opinion, of giving good advice to straight people, too. I find him to be witty, worldy, and well-centered and generally enjoy his sensible and insightful answers to even the kinkiest letters.