Being ill in bed with the flu, I was not sick enough to sleep but not well enough to do anything meaningful. So, I started searching my old name. OMG, I found a database that lists me as the author of "Yeksim and the Jungle Planet". It was probably about my first effort at story writing, but how it got on the internet, I have no idea. I think that by '87 the amber screen was gone, but was it time for the 386 yet? It is reall chilling that this work lies in a data base somewhere.

http://ftp.resource.org/copyright/hids/hid_16/hid_16960000-1...

A I sit here in the garret of my castle high up in the mountains of Transyvania, I ran my tongue over my sharpened teeth and await for the night when I can go out and have a bite to eat.....

There I go again letting my characters take over. I start off with a good story idea and know roughly where I'm going with it and then my character, like a vampire in the night comes and takes a chunk out of my well laid plotand does their own thing and to hell with well laid plans.

How often do I do this and why do I let my characters get away with it?

Oll I want is a room somewhere
Wroit my stories without a care
One laptop and a chair
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?

Lots of comments for me to read
Lots of votin' is what I need
Feels good, so good indeed
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?

Oh so loverly sittin' abso-blummen-lutely there
I would never stop writin'
Lookin' out for someone who had a care.

Some one's note sittin' there for me
Don't much care if it's praise, you see?
Even spelling correction, gee?
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?

Today, I was told that a transexual person had taken Estrogen for so long that her body had started making its own. Hmmmmmm

Well, I knew that there is some Testosterone in the body of a female, and it could seem reasonable that the body of a normal castrated XY male could have a little Estrogen in it even with out using pills, patches or shots. It seems rediculous that a T girls body could produce enough estrogen on its own.

Yesterday someone voted for thirty-eight of my stories. The person had (1) vote so it wasn't an author. That person didn't leave a comment on any of them so I don't know how to say thanks except in an open blog.

If this mass voting was meant to be some sort of lifetime achievement award, I accept the honor under the protest that I'm not that old.

On some of the older stories it was the first vote the story received other than sympathy votes from me. I hate to have my stories feel completely unloved so I vote for them so they don't think they were totally scorned.

Jill

I happened to be looking at my story list (in the forlorn hope of seeing a comment on my stale postings), and noticed, to my great surprise, that "The Reluctant Bridesmaid" (part 1) had surpassed five thousand reads. This was, by far, my most popular story, but to be honest, I really never expected it to do so well.

Next Monday (19th Oct.) the British television station Channel4 will be showing a documentary entitled 'Age 8 and Wanting a Sex Change'. Here is a link to the details on their website.
http://www.channel4.com/programmes/age-8-and-wanting-a-sex-c...

Hi, all. I didn’t imagine that 14 months would pass before I posted another chapter of my book-length story, Balthasar’s Extract. Blame it on a serious case of writer’s block aggravated by real life — the usual excuse. It seemed to me important that the story come to a full, complete and convincing close.

I leave it to you, dear readers, to decide whether I’ve succeeded or not. Jan S, my muse and most faithful proofreader, has already chastised me for not carrying Evi Westcott’s story onward to about 1940, but that’s just her opinion.

As another week ends, and I continue to grow, struggling with life, but keeping my head held high, I am drawn to reflect about our community and the support we share with one another. I am grateful for all those who have helped me get to this point. I have learned valuable lessons of love and friendship. I have learned or relearned the beauty of music again, and the grace of crying and laughter.