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have fun! I am doing that for pregnancy info for my story! Its not fun!

Sorry to take so long to respond, Kagome. I've had two kids personally. Trust me, all pregnancies are unique. So everything you learn form research can be tailored to the character on some levels. Good luck with your research.

Believe me, I have not accepted their offer. ROFL. I was simply stunned that someone was actually offering to pay me to write a fan fiction story in their place. The ghost writing contract comment was about the reality of being coerced to write a story for someone else because they are too lazy to write out their ideas on their own.

You might want to explain to them that they need to write their own fan fiction, because orange is one of those colors that looks dreadful on most people. Right after they brush up on copyright law. This is an area that is getting intense scrutiny, in the post-50 Shades flurry of notoriety that fan fiction is enjoying.

Understood, and I do know better than most what problems exist with the situation. Mostly, I was in a sarcastic mood from failing miserably at getting things like copyright across to said pigheaded individual. Hence my sarcastic "do I want to get mixed up with this control freak?" line at the end. Sorry if my self directed sarcasm did not come across clearly.

::pets::

Thanks cause I probably need it more than I realize. When grumpy I am a pain in the rump for all.

Doesn't that make your day?

Considering it was an original poem, I was taken aback by the review. Guess I never expected it to catch any attention since it is a pretty dark commentary about abusive relationships.

Aye, and I wouldn't expect it to be any other way. I'd offer some firewood, but there's nowhere to really store it in the apartment...

Did they find the prick who stole the tools?

No they never did, JayDee. It is not a surprise that the tools and thief were never found to the rest of us. Considering they were consecrated tools, the man's stupidity in leaving them where they could be stolen means he actually deserved to lose them.

Huge bear hug back, Bronx. LOL on the vacation. Everyone always tells me I am the glue that holds them plus the damned world together so I know they appreciate me. I'm just exhausted after a year of being the most stubborn rock to ever exist on steroids. 10 deaths and the fall out has me exhausted out of my ever loving mind so I am getting whiny.

The downside of being both capable and reliable is that people notice.

Very true, George. I just go through short periods of extreme exhaustion trying to make sure that I live up to my rep I suppose. LOL

Then write the way YOU want to write, not the way others expect you to write. Writers should always please themselves first before they please others.

Write it how it feels right to you. I know folks will be disappointed in the sex scene for my big project, but frankly I couldn't give a damn. It's awkward and clumsy and tender, just like it's supposed to be, and I couldn't be happier with it.

Grins. I have written some clumsy scenes that conveyed the newness and the emotions well. However, in doing so, I unwittingly made the sex really hot, or so I have been told. ROFL. No worries, I will get through this sooner or later. Just have to get satisfied with it, the hardest part of writing in my case.

Agreed, Bronx. Last time I saw so much chaos was in 2001. I lost a dozen family members that year, most during the infamous Oklahoma City bombing. I've got multiple friends/family facing horrific situations. I'm tied up in multiple messenger/email/phone conversations every single day. Was elected by Granma Nancy Carol to matriarch status on her death bed a few years back. Is a very heavy burden suddenly.

Take care of yourself, too. Is there anyone you can delegate one problem to?

Dale was my backup, and he died a few days ago. I got hit with everyone he was trying to field for me, plus playing peacekeeper for his funeral arrangements. Between the crazy psycho religious mother, an ex wife from hell, his clingy sister, plus current lover, I have been trapped without end online and on the phone at the same time. His funeral will be tomorrow.

Isn't that why we write fic?

It's more fun on the porch while someone gets the barbeque going.

Thanks guys. Most of my need of a vacation is for real world craziness. This has been a really rotten year for me.