This is awful. The other day I read a story that I believe was reasonably short, or perhaps it is just a chapter of it? It was just wonderfully romantic, and I left a comment to the effect.

Yesterday, I got a PM from Nick B saying thank you for the nice comment, but he was confused as to what story I was commenting on. Well, for the life of me, I can not remember.

I have to shamefully admit that my story "Changed by Aliens" has some elements in it that I can only see as plagiarism. Over the years, I have read thousands of stories and I had forgotten about the story that bears striking resemblence to mine.

Hmm... its been a few months and I haven't written a lick of poetry...
It must be due to the fact that I haven't really had anything major go on in my life...
I feel those creative juices flowing however and I'm getting that itch to write something... Bah... I'll get around to it eventually... maybe try my hand at something bigger than poetry *wink*
Hope I put out something soon!
~Dannielle

That's what I am by the warm welcome and response to my first posts. I've a few friends who've been supportive (and probably exasperated by my insecurities) but it's so nice to be sure that 'views' isn't translating into 'read the first lines, no sex, moved on'. :)

I'm spending most of each day at the hospital or running around doing errands. Not a lot of juice left for doing stuff.

While on the way to the hospital today, I got rear-ended at a stop sign. Second time in a month.

There are several stories that I have been following for quite a while; probably the same ones that the rest of you follow. There are a couple that I just can not sit still for.

I was about to write a note to one of the Authors, pointedly encouraging them to get to work. Then I began to remember how many stories I have hanging in the freezer.......

...tomorrow morning. It's about a mile from where we live and I'll be able to get over there frequently. She's doing pretty good, she stood up and took a few steps today and ate a decent size meal for the first time in days. My brother is going home on a 9 p.m. flight and left for the airport.

I know there have been other stories on BC or elsewhere on this theme but this is the only one I can think of at 1230 in the morning. If you can think of others, please add them in comments on this thread. I'll turn them into links as I get the time and attention.

...And Never Brought to Mind by Adonna

Hugs,
Erin

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.

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.

Okay. I came out to this girl and told her how I felt, she basically told me that love at first sight didn't exist, that I deserved better than her, that I should give up and find somebody else. Well... I wrote a poem back, but it really didn't help.

Okay. I saw this girl walk past me one day, and you know how they say that love at first sight causes time to slow down? Yeah. That actually happened. Everything around you sorta fades out too... All you see is that person. Well... I actually said this because she was wearing these pants that had these little grommets on them that glowed in the dark... (So cool!)

I've decided, on the advice of a few, to post my poems here, as they are like a diary of how this past school year has started and has been going. I may or may not add a little of what the situation was with each one, but that depends on the poem. For some, you should just be able to figure out what its about right off the bat.

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

Has something nasty happened to Maddy's web site.

I have been unable to access the site for over 24 hours.

Once in a while, I am blessed enough to hear a few kind words that really sink in, from another person. My counselor told me today that I was 100%, the genuine article. She said manerisims, my walk, my make up and my personality were all authentic. She said,"you are infact a woman." I think this is something that every New Woman wants to hear.
What she said, absolutely made my day.

I turned off commenting on blogs yesterday just to let tempers cool off a little. I left the blogs on so people could have a say but there wouldn't be the sort of escalation that happened earlier. That didn't work perfectly, either.

Just some thoughts on this.

First I have another story in the making. A male US Army Captain because of his background is being asked to volunteer for an unusual assignment. To infilitrate a Yakuza family in order to bring it down. My main character taking the place of a Saiko-Komon or Senior Advisor to this particular Yakuza. One that is like a financial advisor.