Oh internet, how I've missed your loving glowing glow. Your pages of cats and puppies. Your MMO's. I'm sorry Internet I was away so long. Being on my phone was no replacement.

As you can tell, I finally got internet service. So now I can fill you in on what is happening and where I plan to go with writing from here.

It was pointed out to me, and rightfully so, that my previous blog post was both a while ago and a bit worrying. I was hesitant to write because compared to others my life is going great.

I have actually transitioned and am perfectly happy being myself. The children (14 & 17] accept me and love me. I have divorced, which in this case is a good thing as the negative influence of my ex partner is mostly gone and more easily mitigated.

So I went to a writing group meeting tonight, and read a piece called "voiceless" (which you can read here: https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/47484/voiceless ) and the group was very moved by it, and couldn't praise me enough.

Always nice to get positive feedback, you know?

I mentioned yesterday it was warmer so I left home as the snow was falling this morning!

My doctor has no idea how to take me. Last visit I told the ladies in reception I was coming back as a pirate since I was on crutches. They thought it would be funny and I should do it. Never give encouragement to an idiot. We don't think it through.

Is Stick ok? It's been over a week and no postings. I hope he's ok.

Worried.

Catherine Linda Michel

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So, looking at the response to 1970 Raleigh Chopper it seems that the 'girl' is quite popular!

Has anyone heard from Angharad?
Is she well?
It would appear that she has not visited with us in some time.

New Pathfinder story up!

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/77904/pathfinder-sieg...

PDF version of the Story.

Need to figure out how to edit things here so I can post all 4 works I am currently writing. They are all in various states of Edit and writing, and I will post them once Text to speech sounds good.

... that I am not totally sure if I read it here or maybe somewhere else.

The gist of the story is thus...

A police officer, not a big guy, kind of fem and small, goes on a stakeout dressed in female clothes as bait for a criminal.

In the evening they, he and his much more buch female partner end up in a fire fight and he gets shot and his groin area is basically destroyed. He then does not have much of a choice and they do an imprompto GRS on him.

After a long hiatus, Ginny is back. The next chapter will be 89 and posted this weekend. To be refreshed on the story, read back a chapter or two.
Thanks to all my well wishers, I hope to be home next week

Hugs to all,
Karen

last night, I dreamed I could fly.

Well, I say, "fly" but what in the dream I was walking, rather uncertainty, a couple of inches above the ground.

That wasnt the strange part of the dream.

The strange part was I went on a date with a woman and as part of the date we rode a bus together. I apologized for the non-romantic transportation, saying that I sucked at dating because I was in my 50's, and broke.

The woman seemed happy enough anyway, so there is that.

“I am all grown-up, now,” I said to tease him. I stood on tiptoe in my sensible, business heels...

Can a wish make Jonni magically older?

Work has taken me to quite a few places over the last ten days, including Weymouth, Liverpool and York. I spent a little while in the last city looking at the spot where I sat Susie Lockwood, waiting to slide into the river, and where I once pulled an old man out in real life before writing him into my novel "A Longer War".

I will try to make this brief. I am a 64yo (65 in July) mtf pre-op ts since 1990.

From an early age I remember being fascinated with my mother's clothing. But I had other things that may have influenced that.

For one, my mother was given DES to prevent miscarriages. So there is a chance my chromosomes were messed with.

Mom and Dad argued all the time, usually about his drinking and driving and me. Their divorce was final before my brother was born, four months before my fifth birthday. I was jealous.

no one is around...it's late...I need to talk

I've been in a lot of accidents, bounced around by machinery, always walked away. Sometimes serious scaring but no real damage. On an earlier blog we talked about swimming and I always sank like a rock, never could float. If I wanted on top the water, I stayed in motion. At my height I have never manged to get below 135 once I matured even when I had a twenty one inch waist.

Life is so fragile, and so brief.

In late November Tiffany (aka crazypagangurl) passed away suddenly. Then, about a week ago, I got a phone call from a friend saying her wife had barely survived a health scare, and she was shaken to the core. Then one of my cousins tripped and fell and broke her shoulder, and was told a few inches difference she might have broken her neck instead. Now, Drea's wife has been taken from her.

What I'm saying is, tell the people you love that you love them. You never know when it will be the last time you speak to somebody.

I am sorry to say I must pull my story, Cindy at Music Camp, from the 2019 Reader Retention Story Contest.

What? Another book. My muse wouldn't let go. I hope everyone enjoys this new installment in the series.

Word count: Over 77,000 words

Summer Bridesmaid, the eighth book in the Lee Corcoran series, follows Lee Corcoran, who has just completed his freshman year in college at the University of Michigan. His life keeps taking unexpected turns.

There is one universal truth in writing - the need to edit, edit, edit. The lack of editing can kill a good story, changing the read from a pleasure to a chore. A good story shouldn't be a chore.

A character in a story I'm writing now is a scientist who, due to a discovery of his, is very well off. I'm thinking of asking him for a loan or gift. Has anyone ever done this? Does anyone know if it will work? Probably won't, since the story and the characters are fictional. I'd probably just receive fictional money. Oh, well. Maybe it's worth a try.

Big Closet is a silly place.

At times it seems to lack common sense.

In a world where its users are under harsh political attack Big Closet steadfastly refuses to engage. The logic behind that decision is anything but foolish.

Yet this is a silly place. Defying all economic logic – Big Closet continues to try to exist on donations, knowing full well that a large share of its users are indigent. Big Closet knows that BECAUSE a large share of its users are indigent it MUST exist on donations because a fee-based site would not be able to serve them.

Okay with all the snow and such keeping me outdoors trying to keep a path open from the house to the car and the drive clear enough so the car can get in and out, I've been a bit busy. As the weatherman is predicting yet another storm to come through over night to dump more snow on top of the couple of feet we can't get rid of now, I had planned on posting the rest of Morningstar in one last single post.

First, let me state that I am more than slightly disappointed by the response to my previous blog. I posted here in the hopes of possibly finding someone who might be interested in sharing a home - someone who could perhaps benefit from my situation by the fact that I truly don’t need them to contribute financially and they would be able to share a nice home without it becoming a major financial burden. My take away from this would be that it would help to prevent me from falling into the trap of enforced solitude that I have known before. Nothing more, nothing less.

I've been authorized to share this: Yesterday, Andrea DiMaggio, one of our long time contributors here and a personal friend, suffered a terrible loss. Her wife, Tracy was struck by a car and died in hospital a short time later.

Please join me in sending Drea our hugs, prayers, and support at this most difficult time.

To any of you from the northern part of the US and wherever else this cold front hits. Stay warm! It’s supposed to drop to record lows in some places so do us all a favor and stay warm!

I've been pretty sick the last couple of weeks. Nothing serious but heavy dose of the flu then a cold right after and between that and Work being busy because literally everyone has this combo this year it's been all my spoons just to live through the basics let alone write stuff.

I will try to finish the story for the readers that liked it but it's unfortunately going on the pile of want to do stuff instead of the list of things I can do right now.

Sorry everyone.

I'm having trouble finding out how to delete my stories from the site here. I've already figured out how to delete blog posts easily enough but deleting the story post eludes me. I'm trying to delete the double short-story collection entries so I can repost the stories individually but I can't find the option to. Would anyone be able to help me? Thanks in advance.

I highly recommend going to the web page for the accompanying pictures and other links that may be of interest.

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The Lat Day of Our Acquaintance

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Eager to make full use of his incredible opportunity Jim begins playing with menu options despite Alex's protests. If he had known what was to follow, he wouldn't have been so enthusiastic.

For those reading my current series, Just Friends?, I'd like some input about these specific topics: pacing, disclosure and interest. In the latest installment (part 5) I received some comments that gave me the impression that I was pacing this story a little slowly; that the continued non-disclosure of the problem Rick (one of the protagonists) is having is becoming maybe a little frustrating to the readers. So all of this has me wondering if the above might be causing some to lose interest in the story.

Dragon Princess by S. Andrew Swann (DAW, 2014) is a comedic fantasy novel with a transgender body-shuffle plot. Frank Blackthorne, a thief, is on the run from the government of one country, and flees to the neighboring country, where he’s recruited by a wizard to kill a dragon and save the princess he’s kidnapped. He objects that he’s a thief, not a hero, and the wizard responds by giving him an ancient sword with enchantments designed for killing dragons.

These days, with all that's going on around us, I'm having a very hard time managing things, as I am sure some of you are also. Certain things are triggering me worse than I can ever remembering them doing. I promise, no drama, as much as I can manage it.

A close friend of mine sent me a short article that explains a bit, so perhaps it will help some of you also?

http://healthland.time.com/2013/04/30/abused-children-may-ge...

Much peace.

Gwen

I remember my first boating experience. Now please remember, for me boating was this new fangdangled thing. I live in manitoba, we have a number of lakes of various sizes, rivers, and many "creeks" usually called rivers anyways.

So there I was young about ten, my hips had widened and annoyed the heck out of my mother. Up top I was straight as an arrow with shoulders that did not widen to match my hips, another annoyance to my poor mother.

I'm just curious if any of you all deal with this kind of issue. I've been fighting off and on getting my muse to cooperate for awhile. I actually had a four day weekend thanks to work being slow and MLK day today. I thought oh my god I have four days to write, I can get a good portion of what's left to Alternative written out... One might think that, I mean I thought I could... When I first started posting stories I made myself a promise that I wouldn't actually start writing another story while I'm in the middle of writing another...

Thanks to all my readers and friends. The rehabilitation hospital people are doing their jobs, I feel a lot better, and hope to start writing soon. I've almost forgotten where I am in my story! So give me a little time to refresh my memory, and start again.

My thanks to Bronwen for keeping everyone up to date.

Hugs, Karen

As is often the case, things didn't go to plan after my previous blog. I am embarrassed that you haven't seen the level of output from me you might have been accustomed to.

Then, Monday 14th January at 00:45 in the morning, my father died. I can't blame him for much, but his death just makes one more distraction for me.