Looking for a story in which a colony is made of teenagers away from earth in a ship like thing. The inhabitants of the ship are given a device in which they can have the body of their own will just for one year. After one year they can make changes again. The help in locating the story will really be appreciated. Thank You

For those considering writing a story in the M.Y.T.H. universe, here is some details on how classes work:

So, I was lucky enough to be involved with the surprise plot for the dormouse lady at the weekend hence my absence on Sunday - three nights in a tent, a ride around Poole Harbour and some great company made for a brill weekend.

For the third time in the last 5 ebooks I have written, I will be publishing a story of mine that had been unfinished for a long time.

First was my ebook New Heart, New Spirit. I first puts of it up here at BC in 2009. I finished it and began selling New Heart at Amazon 7 years later or last November.

Two ebooks later, I came out with Point Blank. I wrote PB about 12 years ago, and shared it on a mailing list in its unfinished state. PB sat around untouched till last month.

Sometimes, I get fragments of an idea that I cant turn into a story.

I have one of those at the moment, so I am giving it away to any who may want it:

It goes like this:

Alien (watching a woman paint her toenails): "What is the significance of that action?"

Woman: "What action?"

Alien: "Painting your hind claws like that."

And there you go. If you can make something of this, you're welcome to it.

Been battling my internet provider for the last month over my connection randomly (and quite often) dropping out completely or becoming so slow an old 24k dial up modem would be faster. Last week I was fed up with their excuses and went with another provider which was installed yesterday.

So with a stable connection once again, I have finally been able to post the final part of Enchanted "Valley: The Sentinel"

If you happen to be attending M.Y.T.H., be advised. It is not wise to cross the headmistress, Victoria Regina Drakae.

Because you are crunchy and good with ketchup ...

Cherry Moone is a series created back in 1996, when I was living with my in-laws.
The first chapter was completed at that tine and then left alone for a while.

Years later I wrote a screenplay that was originally called "Virtual Columbine"--which was about a group of guys who go on a real life game of "Quake" in their high school. One of the guys was an emotionally distraught high school drop-out by the name of Joshua Daniels.

Here is a brief story that puts a somewhat different spin on cycling. And on patriarchy, oppression, liberation, and all the rest of it. Not quite like Angharad’s EAFOAB or other cycling fiction, and written by a Hugo-winning scifi author, so I do hope you enjoy it.

I've been going nuts this week. I had another chapter to River ready to post on Monday or so. Eric got it back to me on Friday. Unfortunately there was an electrical storm on Thursday night, and it blew up my computer. The repair guy says that the power supply was toast, and the components inside melted, although nothing serious was destroyed (like the hard disk).

Monday was okay and yesterday was quite productive but today - well today has been less good. Its four weeks tomorrow that Mum died, four weeks ago today the last time I spoke with her, we just made the usual noises of goodbye, nothing different to thousands of times before, I somehow feel guilty for not saying more, a simple 'love you' or parent/child kiss. But that's not my family's way and I feel that I've been robbed of that intimacy, its not going down the same with #1, we are much more huggers.

I'll start with the bad news first.

Whisper Pines is being a real SOB at the moment. I can not for the life of me figure out how to get myself out of the current hole I've written myself into. I'm sure I'm just over thinking it all and the solution will come to me eventually. I really like the story and I want to finish it, I owe it you guys to finish it :(.

Ok that's the bad news.

The good news is that just because I can't seem to write that, doesn't mean I'm done with writing.

Well, the writer's "bootcamp" thing was a bust. it was all about writing self-help books, using said books to pass yourself off as an "expert" so you can get interviews, which leads to speaking fees and endorsements, which is where you make money, and they get their money from you in exchange for publishing your book.

So nothing that would be helpful for me, sadly.

Ah, well. At least I tried ...

Well its hard to believe but its been 2 years since I last put up anything concerning Mel Covington. I'm not sure if there is much of an interest still, or if others even remember what's she's going through, but I'm planning in the next few weeks to put up another chapter.

in that I've started writing Gaby book 21 and I've started riding again this week - oh and I nearly forgot, there's a new chapter of book 15, Torture uploaded here today!

That's it for now, more on Sunday I hope!

Tschussie
Mads

So I took my dog out this morning at about 2am. I let him out the back door and went to pee. Its our usual routine. By the time I'm done, he's usually done too. Today he took a little bit more time because he hadn't been out for a few hours what with the fireworks and all. I should have known something was wrong when he didn't come in right away. I had to go out and get him and everything seemed to be fine when I did. It wasn't until we got close to the house that I noticed he was severely foaming at the mouth. Of course my first instincts were to panic.

Hello again

Well after a few fairly miserable days the weather has picked up here and we aren't drowning the neighbourhood every time Mum is mentioned - heck, I can even sit in her chair without blubbing.

Either the site has had a sudden attack of good taste or it's still not quite right. I've tried twice to post the next thrilling installment but all I get is a notice saying the form is outdated and to refresh the page. Life is too short to piss about with puters, so I'll post it tomorrow.

For the last few years, I’ve waited with baited breath every time I’ve tried to open Big Closet.

As I wait . . . I ask myself, “Is today the day?

“Is today the day Erin’s financial woes will finally make life so miserable for her that she’ll give up.”

“Is today the day Erin has to umpire that one more contentious spat between site users that will push her over the edge?”

Effective today (June 28) in the United States and tomorrow in the UK (29 June) I have reduced the prices on 4 of my ebooks. The sales runs to the end of the 4th of July.

Avoiding 'AMAZING TRANSFORMATION COMICS site.

I recently (Tonight) ordered some material from 'AMAZING TRANSFORMATION COMICS but they did not deliver. They took my money but did not allow me to download the product. My advice to BC top shelfers is to avoid this site, it seems to be a rip off.

Just when I thought I could take a couple of days off, Amazon have made Footprints in the Sea, Vol.3 The Enchanted Island live.
I wasn't expecting it until Wednesday. Now I'll have to get back to Volume 4 and cancel my plans for two evenings down the pub and do a proofing of the next chapter of Volume 3 and post that.

Thank you to all the people who gave me kudos and responded to my previous blog, I will be contacting you via PM later this week.

Next week I might go south and attend Charlotte's wedding.

Bye for now,
Love,
Frances.

I want to apologize for earlier. I went to a dark place this morning and it took me all day to bring myself back from it. I want to thank everyone for their kind words too.

So here I am, ten days after my world was turned inside out.

I'm still getting infuriated by my leg, still getting weepy for no apparent reason, still.......Yes, things are getting better, tomorrow should sort out most of the financial stuff and then its just getting through Thursday. I'm expecting to be a mess on Thursday in front of the relatives but sod 'em, we need to move on and if that means a good blub so be it.