Well, I am now over 17,000 words in my phoenix story, and it shows no sign of slowing down. I figure its probably over half done, but frankly, I am not sure. It has gone in a totally unexpected direction from my original idea to the point I feel like I am just hanging on, trying to keep the story from falling into a ditch. Fun stuff.

WOW what a differance a day makes yesterday it was 55 degrees and today as of now it is 26 degrees LOL I hope for more heat to help melt the ice that has built up on the roof edge need to get rid of it before it backes up inot /under the roof tile and cause damage already has a leak so I had to climb up and shovel and sprinkle some ice melter yeasterday wheil it could do the most good and WOW I can see a few tile's shure has been a weird winter good thing for my lap kitty good source of heat and helps me relax hope everyone stays safe and warm

christi

For the last while, instead of writing stories, I have been perfecting a long held skill. That being the creation of barriers that stop me from writing those stories. Something, I'm sure in which I am not alone, but I thought I would write about some of my current favourites. If for no other reason than to start at the beginning of an idea and take it to an end.

Well, I think the title of this entry is self-explanatory, but I will explain anyway. See, I was feeling like taking a little risk, so I wore my ladies pants to church on Sunday. I have worn them around my ex before, and she hasn't noticed the difference, so I decided to give it a shot. Nobody seemed to notice, and things went well. It was rather... fun to do. Meanwhile, I am still working on Phoenix, and have decided that my attempt to focus solely on it didn't work that well. I seem to better in short bursts, even if that means its going to take me longer. Ah, well.

Second Sight Chapter three.

So THAT'S where my muse went
I don't just look it, I'm like totally getting on down with my bad self writing Second Sight

I thought my bras fit, okay... I was certainly not unhappy with the size.

Hi, everyone!

Sorry it has been 3 years. I could go into where I've been, but you'd find it boring. Suffice it to say I just have not had the opportunity to write, draw, or dress. (I take care of my disabled mother and my murdered sister's two boys and it is nigh impossible to get away for TG related stuff.)

To herald my return, I have created a new Holiday Cartoon for Valentine's Day!

A few of us are over in the chatroom, shooting the breeze. If you enjoy chatting with fellow transsexuals, crossdressers, and fans of TG fiction, come on over! We don't role-play in the room, although there's a separate role-play room you can open/join. Fetishists and chasers are not welcome in the Main Room, unless you seriously behave yourselves.

Well somehow I got chatting to Cathy Michel on Skype last night and ended up being chased by my own grey wolves.
What a bummer.

Sorry Cathy if I had to close down so suddenly. Sometimes shit just really happens and there's no way around it but to pull back and just wait for IT to go away. That's what happened for me last night. I'll get back soon. Beverly.

In the few spare minutes of time I had last night, I stumbled upon a blog that brought me to tears, but yet warmed my heart.

It's a real life story about the type of kid I write about, but this one really hit home to me because I don't live to far from where this child lives, and it's hardly a supportive place for a child with gender issues.

But she has an amazing mother, and supportive father and brothers. But mom has caught hell for letting her daughter be herself deep in the heart of the Bible belt.

The blog spot is called Cammie's Song:

http://cameronsong.blogspot.com/