One of the drawbacks to writing a novel is that I don't get the instant satisfaction of getting feedback, nor do I know if I am spot on with what I am trying to accomplish. It is a lonely world, filled with imaginary characters doing what I tell them to do, but they can't tell me if I'm doing a good job or not.

Definitely one from the weirder side of the news - Hong Kong property tycoon Cecil Chao has offered HK$500 million ($65 million) to any man who can woo her away from her lesbian partner. Gigi Chao has eloped with her partner to France and the pair have had a church blessing.

If that wasn't bizzare enough, she's not cross with dad. "I'm actually on very, very loving terms with my father. We speak on a daily basis. He just has a very interesting way of expressing his fatherly love."

today. Book 10 is nearly complete, look out for part 4's release at the weekend with the full volume next week.

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Last Sunday I went out with the 'big-boys' for the usual Sunday morning club ride. Nothing unusual except I was wearing some rather sexy lingerie under my winter cycling Lycra which tends to be heavier and thicker than the lightweight summer kit. The boys do know about me but usually I cycle with the second string group who comprise older men, most of the fitter ladies and me, Bev ...
However last Sunday by an unusual quirk only about 12 people turned up at 10 am so we decided to all go together.

"You up for this Shirley, Bev, Liz?" Asks Spot, the club captain.

I'm sure that nearly everyone here is familiar with the uncomfortable feeling of having to put up with your gender presentation and physical sex not matching exactly at one point or another. For me, it's a problem I used to have a lot.

Then I got fat again.

The cops actually think they have the guy who tried to get into my car! Nothing is positive yet, but they told me that the hospital called, it's routine with unusual injuries, I guess, anyway, they have some clown in custody who showed up with three broken fingers and a dislocated thumb. I guess he didn't let go fast enough when I peeled out of the parking space. There is no proof that he's actually the one, and I didn't get a long enough, good enough look at him when it happened.

I come to this site almost daily. I see blogs that seem to pique my interst and others that don't.

Yesterday I talked about being in the company of another trans girl suffering with a lack of confidence in her looks, despite the fact she is really good looking, and last night, it was like God decided to drive the point home to me.

I sat with some other girls at work on our lunch break, and listened as one talked about her struggles with her appearance, and how even now as an adult she sometimes finds it an issue.

And this is a genetic girl and a rather pretty one at that telling this story.

I've been online for over ten years now. From the very beginning it amazed me that the level of acceptance and compassion was as high as it was, and is.

My novel God Bless the Child, which is available on Amazon and Smashwords has just received its first 4-star review. The last 8 were 5 stars. Am I upset, amazingly not really. I actually like having a 4 star in there (now a 1 or 2 star might piss me off) it makes it look as if real people are judging my work.

I read the blog Angharad posted about the doping issue in modern cycling and it is a sad truth to face. However, I did happen upon an article about an elderly cyclist that is putting quite a few of the "current crop" of professional cyclists to shame. The gentleman in question is 100 years old and recently set a 14.4 mile an hour pace over the stretch of 100km (62 or so miles). Admittedly, I don't know much about cycling, but I do know being able to set, and keep, a pace like that isn't anything to sneeze at. Never-mind the fact that he did it at his age.

Yesterday I came home for work, my roommate was up and about (sort of weird for her, she normally sleeps until noon). She told me she was going out for the day and would be back in the evening to help me with Sunday papers. I told her cool, but she wasn't obligated (I appreciate the help, but every time she comes she has the look like it is utter torture).

Since I mentioned it yesterday, I might as well tell the story of how I came to run for president of the student council in high school.

After the first attempt to continue this story was eaten, by the universal bit bucket in the sky the freshly totally reworked model 2x has been sent to the editors. I will be working on the HTML end as soon as I get it back from the Editor. Please cross your fingers the HTML thing has me a bit intimidated but my editor will be providing me a template to work with.
Shivers see you all soon.

Huggles
Misha Nova

Anyone seen the Alexandra Stan video for Lemonade?