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Ok, so I know I haven't been very active lately, but that's because I've been working on a few writing projects and doing some planning for the next couple of years. Yes, I said years. I have a goal in mind, and I need to give myself a lot of time to achieve it. Reader: So, Nick, what kind of goal takes two years? Me: Becoming a published author Reader: (Snickers)But Nick, you can't even get yourself Hosted at Gay Authors....how the hell are you going to be published at all, let alone in two years? Me: (Glares at the nay sayer)I'm going to work my ass off and not give up until I get that good Reader: (Holding side and trying to control laughter) Fat chance Nick So yeah, I want to be a published author by the time my eighteenth rolls around, so I've been working on a lot of different types of stories. I figure I need to accomplish a lot of milestones before I can ever do something as important as a publishing a novel, but it's honestly all I can think about. I feel like I have to go for it, because if I don't at least try, I'll never know what might have happened. So if I try and fall flat on my face, at least I can say I tried and I can try again until I make it. If I make it, even better. Maybe I can really reward my editor, The Great Talonrider!!!!!!! ,for all of his hard work. All I know is that I have a goal in mind, and one of the first milestones I have to meet along the way is being considered a legitimate talent. I have to be able to write a chapter story with no sex, and it has to be written well enough to keep my readers interest all the way to the last word of the last chapter. Then I have to improve from there. I've even considered trying to write sci-fi, but I honestly have no interest in the topic. Fan fics are out for me, too. I have to be original. That's why I'm writing Time In A Bottle. I have some really great Beta Readers, and they've told me a lot. I'm going back and rewriting a lot of chapter one, and then I plan to go through it all with a fine tooth comb when I'm finished with the rewrite. The response I get to this story means a lot to me. In fact, I've actually lost a little sleep behind it because I keep thinking of ways to improve what I've already worked on improving. So I've decided to add a little more pressure to the situation by declaring on my blog that I plan to be a published author with a book that has its own display rack at Barnes and Nobles and Borders by Feb 21, 2009. Wish me luck
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Ok, so it's update time again I just sent chapter one of my next story, Time In A Bottle, off to Talonrider. it's still in Beta Mode, so I haven't completed all of the changes to the first chapter that I plan on making. On the other hand, I personally feel like it's off to a good start, and that things are going to flow relatively smooth once I get the little bugs worked out. This story's much different than anything I've ever written before. I wasn't too sure i really wanted to tackle something like this, but I felt like if I didn't, I'd never be able to grow as an author. My main issue in this story is dealing with heartache on a massive scale, something people don't tend to see in my work. True, I've had a couple sad short stories lately, but I don't think they come close to comparing to what's in store for the main character of this story. Which brings me to my next issue.....the main character in this story is in his mid sixties, so I'm really counting on my beta readers to tell me if I'm F'ing up somewhere along the way. In other news, Chapter Six of Staking My Claim and Chapter 25 of Bodega Bay are posted. The last chapter of both stories ended with cliff hangers that have earned me some rather testy emails :pickaxe: Bodega Bay is winding down now, so if your waiting for the story to be finished before you read it, you don't have too much longer to wait. As soon as I'm done with Bodega Bay, I'll be devoting more time to Staking My Claim, which I admit to neglecting lately. As soon as I finish Staking My Claim and Time In A Bottle, I have a plan for a series that I'm hoping people can get behind, but I don't want to give away the details just yet.
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So I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I've come to the following conclusions.......Bodega Bay is almost finished. I'm not sure how many chapters it has left, but it's not more than 5. Ok, that's not one of the conclusions...I knew that already. The first conclusion is this......I'm devoting all of my energy to Staking My Claim once Bodega Bay is finished, then I'm going to start something new that's definitely going to be unlike anything you've ever read from me(btw, that's the other conclusion). I admit I'm a little nervous about the new project, but it's important to me as a writer that I at least try. I have a story in me that needs to be told, and I'm going to drive myself nuts thinking about it night after night after night if I don't get it all out. The thing is, there might not be any sex at all in this story. The other thing is, and this is the part that's making me nervous, the main character is going to be in his early 60's. I have absolutely no idea how to approach this yet, but I also had no idea how to approach Obligation To Myself, My Jump Off and Bodega Bay. The only thing I can think to do is have confidence in myself as a writer and work my hardest to pound out the best story I can. I feel like no matter what happens, I can only grow as an author and maybe I can pick up some new readers along the way. It won't be the feel good teenage drama like Staking My Claim and My Jump Off were, and it won't be loaded with lots of steamy sex and pot smoking, either. I don't want to give too much away, but I will say this.....it's going to have a solid plot and a realistic time line. I won't drag it out for a gazzilion chapters, but I won't be in a rush to finish it either. I guess what I'm hoping is that people will be willing to give it a chance once I release it. In other news, I have to admit that I'm completely shocked and humbled to be nominated for so many categories in this years GA Awards. One of the biggest honors for me is to be nominated in the same category as Dom Luka, dkstories and Little BuddhaTW. Those are my 3 favorite authors, and just to have my name in the mix with them is amazing. I don't even care if I win or not, because I already feel like I've won something when I see my story along side LB's, Dom's and DK's. I really mean it when I say that I've learned by reading these guys and trying to soak up their styles. Well that's about it. I just wanted to post and let my readers know what I have planned in the near future. Kisses Nick
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Well, a lot of things are happening today. The new congress takes over and for the first time in history, there's a female Speaker of the House. Another forst for today is the swearing in of a house representative on the Qoran, and a lot of people are flipping out over it. Well here's what I think::::::::::: Warning: Rant Ahead The representative who's choosing to be sworn in with the Qoran is exercizing his faith, and I feel better about him taking the oath on the Qoran than I would if he were taking it on a Holy Bible.....let me explain. He's a Muslim, and if he holds the Muslim faith in his heart, why wouldn't the people in his district want him to take his oath on a Qoran??? How would it mean anything if he swore on a book that he didn't believe in?? I wouldn't feel to good about a congressman who didn't take his oath seriously, and it's obvious this guy does. I think it's a sign of what so called conservatives really think about the responsibility of a representative of the people when they say he should take his oath on the Bible. I'm a proud born again Christian, and I take my faith seriously. So if I were going to take an oath and it were on any book but the bible, I wouldn't take the sacred nature of the oath seriously. I think the same rule applies for anyone of any religion, and the fact that so many so called conservatives are upset that he's taking his oath on the book of his faith shows how little respect they have for the people he represents, and for the task of being an honest representative who upholds the constitution. Then again, they've proven that time and time again, and it's obvious that they can't be trusted with the power they crave so desperately. Speaking of faith, I'd like to say that now would be a good time to say a prayer for the new congress....I think if Republicans were the Christians they claim to be, they would have called on their followers from the Christian right to do just that. Well I have, and I'll do it again before I go to bed. Anyone who's read my blog knows that I have a special place in my hatred for both Democrats and Republicans, but no matter who's in charge, they need our prayers and our support because we need them to do the best job for our nation that they possibly can. End Rant. I recently took down What's The Difference, as everyone knows, but I'm ahead on Bodega Bay and I'm steadily working on Staking My Claim as well. Also, I'm rewriting What's The Difference and it'll be back up once I feel like it's stalker proof :pickaxe: In the meanwhile, I recently followed a google link here for a site called Story Write, and I liked what I saw and joined. My second day there I entered a story contest with a short story I never put up on my site because I thought it sucked ass, and it came in second place :2hands: Anyway, the link's too the right if you're intersted in reading it. Kisses Nick
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I got home tonight at eight o'clock after I had a nice day with my family. We spent a lot of out shopping and on the road, but we actually got to relax here too for about an hour this afternoon.....anyway, I come upstairs to my room and there's an email in my inbox from Youtube. They sent me my password and told me they hoped it helped me to log in to my Youtube account. There is no word to describe how mad I am. I know I have fans, but I have a right to my private life, and I should be able to enjoy myself online without having to wonder who the hell's stalking me. I have a right to be on myspace without people knowing how to access that page, and without idiots looking for possible screen names that might be mine. I have a right to get on my PC when I come home from wherever the hell I was and not have to wonder who the hell was trying to access my youtube account. I hope it wasn't someone who reads my stuff on this site, but in case it was, I'm taking action right away. I've sent a PM to Joe, Myr and Kitty and I've asked them to take down my very first story, What's The Difference Between Me and You?, and I'm also pulling it off of efiction. To anyone who's been enjoying it, I'm sorry, but obviously there are some people who don't have lives of their own and want to intrude on others.
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What a difference a couple of days makes. Not only has Taylor been steadily getting better, but today he actually got out of his house (stupid ) and came over. I know he's been going nuts at home, and I'm sure he's been driving his folks up the wall. He moved downstairs to the couch a few days ago and has been controlling the remote control like a Nazi. I was just glad to see him up and around, much less kicking it at my house this afternoon. He won't admit it, but I think he's dying to go back to school when we start again in January. I've been civil to my dad. He's actually been really patient with me for the way I've been acting toward him, so I can't really stay mad at him for long. Maybe we'll get a chance to talk about all of this some other time, but my papu (thats Greek for grandfather) is coming on Thursdat night, and so is a bunch of family from Florida. So we're going to have a full house and I don't think it's appropriate to nag my dad about something the two of us should be dealing with in private when we have guests. I get the feeling that some of our guests (hopefully my stepmom's brother and sister in law and their kids) are going to be staying next door with my grandparents and maybe across the water with my cousin. We have like 15 guests coming, and I can guarantee that no ones sleeping in my room, and no ones gonna want to share a room with my papu (he snores louder than anyone in America). So anyway, this might be my last blog entry until after Christmas. If it is, Merry Christmas everyone and be safe this holiday. Please don't drink and drive, and please watch out for the morons out there who inevitably will drink and drive. Kisses Nick BTW, I have a new writing playlist that I'm really excited about...... Woman by John Lennon Watching the Wheels by John Lennon Starting Over by John Lennon Emotional by Carl Thomas Summer Rain by Carl Thomas I wish I never met her by Carl Thomas Find 100 ways by James Ingram Cupid by 112 Love by Musiq Soulchild Just Friends by Musiq Soulchild Half Crazy by Musiq Soulchild Games People Play by The Spinners Daniel by Elton John Little Jeanne by Elton John After The Love Is Gone by Earth Wind and Fire
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Well I can say that midnight tonight finished off the crappiest week I've had in a long time. I guess it was going ok, but on Tuesday night my boyfriend woke up and tried to get up to go to the bathroom and couldn't feel his legs. He fell out of his bed and luckily his parents heard him. To make a long story short, they had to call an ambulance for him and he went to the hospital. Taylors a pretty big guy. He's almost 6 feet and he weighs over 160, so it was hard for his dad to get him back in his bed while they were waiting for rescue to come. Anyway his fever had gotten so high that he almost died, and that was because he had an infection that his body was fighting to kill that no one knew about the night before when we all thought he just had a cold. He's lucky to be living and we were lucky not to lose him. The thought of him dying makes my knees weak. I have a lot to praise God for. So I went to bed the other night thinking about what would have happened if I would have lost him. I thought about my mom again, and how my dad lost her when he was 16 and she was 15, and how I could have had to live with the same heartache. Then I thought about how Taylor and I have been fighting lately. Not just arguments, either. I mean all out fighting, with choking and slapping and hair pulling and threats and crap we don't need to be doing to each other. That made me think about watching my dad and stepmom fight when I was little. They would be screaming in each others faces and she would start hitting him, and he would always hit her back. Now I know some people think it's ok for a man to hit a woman in self defense, but I think it's unexcusable. A man can walk away if he chooses to, and my dad chose not to walk away. There were times when I watched him slap her for cussing at him and for saying things to make him mad. Then I started to think about what he was like toward my mom. I don't know for sure everything, but I know for sure that at one point he broke her arm after I was born because she stabbed him with a knife. I have to wonder if she didn't stab him out of self defense or not, because given the way he treated my stepmom, it would make sense. So now I'm mad at my dad, and he doesn't know why. Or maybe he does know but he wants me to tell him why. The problem there is that if I do, I know he'll just tell me that it's none of my business, and that what happened between him and my mom was between them and that I'm out of line. I swear I want to punch him in the nose when he tells me that kind of stuff. If he mistreated my mom I think I have a right to confront him since she can't do that anymore. Anyway, sorry for the depressing post. I just needed to get this stuff off of my chest. BTW, for people who know who the author Rick S. is, does anyone know how to find his stuff?? He was on Codeys World but was removed over some dumbness and now they're saying they were wrong, but he hasn't been reinstated yet.
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Ok so most people know I'm a youtube addict. I love watching certain vids, especially ones of ameture musicians. Well, this guy really has me freaked out. Here'a a cover he did of . It's like he covers every instrumental aspect of the song with his guitar.Here's him covering Jim Croce's song, . It's ridiculous how good he is. If you're a member of youtube and you like what you see, leave him a comment.
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Warning...Garphic Image Below: I think it's ridiculous that the President of Iran has the nerve to say that the holocaust never happened, and I think the fact that the so called conference he's holding on it has been attended by the likes of David Duke, the Republican scumbag that used to run around with that Democratic scumbag Robert Byrd in the KKK says a lot about the legitimacy of his claims. Well, being who I am, I have to say something. The fact that the President of the US, Kofi Annan and his replacement at the sham organization called the UN, and almost all of the nations that sit on the human rights commission at the UN haven't said a word to denounce this idiot is shameful. Will George Bush, Nancy Pelosi or anyone please stand up for what's right??? I doubt it. So, in response to the sicko leader of Iran who has said he wants to wipe Isreal off the map, I'd like to provide some proof.....don't look if you can't handle images of death and atrocities on a massive scale. If you do look, please remember that this same horror is unfolding at this very moment in Darfur, and we can do something about it.
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Ok, so it's officially December, and I'm super excited....in case you haven't looked at the content blocks to your right, I'm in the Christmas spirit. We're gonna go shopping tomorrow and I have my Christmas money already so it's just a matter of looking for the right thing to get each person on my list. Well, I sent in chapter 21 of Bodega Bay the other night but it hasn't been posted yet, but there's a very good reason for that. I'm more than happy to wait for the chapter to go up while Rob gets married...I feel soooo excited for him. I hope him and Robin live happily ever after together and that someday, we can overcome the homophobia that poisons our society so that we can have legally recognized marriages here in the US. Well, either that, or they stop legally recognizing straight marriage as well.....either one will do for me Anyway, I'm kinda glad I have to wait for 21 to go up, because it's giving me the time I want to get a couple chapters ahead :pickaxe: The November winners of the Nickolas James Excellence Awards are listed, too, and the Second Annual Nickolas James Awards will be presented at the end of this month..the committee and the judges are in place, and now they're going through the list of the monthly winners to nominate the candidates for the yearly awards. I was pretty surprised at the response I got to my newest short story, The Christmas Letter. I know it didn't have a gay theme, but I don't think every story I write has to be gay themed....I guess in a way I didn't give it much consideration, but once it was finished, I was a little concerned that it might be an issue for some people. Luckily for me, though, it wasn't :ranger: Well, I guess that's it for me.....everyone have a blessed weekend and an even more blessed Christmas Season Kisses Nick
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Ok, so i got to see it again Last weekend we were in Jacksonville when my cousin and I saw Borat so this weekend, we took Taylor to Sandbridge to see it...all I can say is HOLY CRAP!! It was still just as funny the second time as it was the first, and I can't wait for it to come out on DVD. Im actually getting somewhere with Bodega Bay. I have about a third of a chapter done, so it wont be long now. I think I just needed some time to recharge my batteries and think about what I wanted to do as far as my stories...believe it or not, I'm already looking past the ones I'm working on right now and considering something huge for Spring 2007. I refuse to give myself a timetable to finish Staking My Claim or Bodega Bay, but at the same time, I know exactly where these two stories are headed, and I'm having a good time taking the longest way I can to get them there I've been in a bit of a funk lately, and it hasn't made a lot of sense to me. When I'm at school or if I'm at home working on something like cleaning the garage out or feeding my dog I get inspired to work on a chapter, but as soon as I'm in front of my PC, I feel like I'm out of ideas. It's the dumbest thing in the world to me, because I've honestly never dealt with this. The other day at school I was tempted to get my notebook out and start writing as fast as i could so I could copy it when I got home...at the very least I could have it for reference, I guess :| So anyway, the next chapter of Bodega Bay is definitely coming this week Please be patient and I prmoise to make it worth the wait
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Once upon a time there was a site....it was a quaint little site with high quality stories and high quality authors. This site was run by one woman, and she worked hard to make it a site everyone could enjoy. There was no forum, and no blogs, but there were beautiful pages and nice layouts. It was obvious that the owner of the site cared greatly for her authors and her readers. One of the best aspects of her site was the lack of any political discussion. There was none to be found, and life was harmonious amongst the authors and the readers. One day, though, the owner was watching MSNBC and saw an anchorman giving a commentary. She loved what the anchorman had to say, and she wanted to emulate this man. She didn't worry about the fact that he was the anchorman of a show about politics, and that this was his field of expertise.....she wanted to have the same effect on others as the anchorman had on her. So she added a political forum to her site, and things fell apart. An author decided he didn't want his stories posted at her site anylonger, and in an act of spite and pure rage, she mass emailed parts of an email he sent to her when he asked to be withdrawn from her site. When she was advised in private by another that she was making a huge mistake and that she shouldn't have shared a private exchange with others, she became enraged and told the adviser that he should consider leaving her site as well. She was determined to be as influencial as that anchorman she saw on MSNBC. What she failed to realize was that she was already that influencial. She had an audience, respect, and a message that people felt comfortable hearing. What she was seeking was already under her nose, but she was looking so hard for it in other places, she missed it. Instead of continuing down the path toward greatness that she was on, she took a sharp left turn and now her site is no longer seen in the prestigious light it once was. The lesson.....when you find success, build on it, but remember what made you the success you were. Too many times in life, we seek the things we already have, but we're too blind to know that it's been there the whole time. BTW, the special site in my special story is NOT www.gayauthors.org
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Well the Anthology was a smash, and I'm not too surprised...there's a lot of great talent here, and hopefully they'll get the notice they deserve soon enough, especially Camy, Greame, Dark Shadow and Birdsofafeather.....to me they're the three best efiction writers we have, and it's almost and injustice that they aren't moved up to Shared Hosted. Cjames is really good too, and the more he writes, I'm sure the better he'll get. So anyway I went to CRVboy and posted a reply on the politics forum, since it's obvious that no one else seems to participate in it, and I was attacked right away...the funny thing is, I didn't address anyone....I just addressed an article that was posted, and all of the sudden, I was accused of not wanting to live in the US and of thinking that other countries are better...so anyway, now I can see why only one person posts in that forum. I think he hates competition, so he just attacks everyone who comes along. It seems like he hates to be challenged on his views, so I kindly told him that I wasnt addressing him, and that most of his posts were mindless. I'm sure he'll love that The forum over at CRVboy is pretty much dead anyway...it kinda makes me wonder why it's even there. I mean, compared to the forum we have here, it's a ghost town. Codey's forum over at Codeysworld.com. Also, I joined the AwesomeDude forums, and then I checked out AwesomeDude Radio, and low and behold, a certain author we all know and love was singing a song with his group I won't say who it was *coughs* Camy! *coughs* but I think it was neat to hear him singing....for an old geezer of 99 he sure gets around. I also heard a certain Moderator from this site doing a promo So after I didn't recognize any of the songs, I sent Dude a few files of something decent (2pac, Al Stewart and Journey) and I promised him I'd find something else to send along so people can actually hear songs they LIKE..lol....j/k Dude. I've been watching the news about the elections, and I have to wonder if the Democrats really have it as tied up as they think they do....something tells me that they're celebrating a little too soon. They really ought to be paying attention to what the republicans are doing right now, because if they aren't careful, they're going to be wondering on November 8th what went wrong. I think there's more repub voters who'll be going to vote than the dems are counting on, but we'll see.....at this point, I really think it's a mute point. The democraps, the repukes....is there really a choice there?? The only things the reups have over the dems is that they aren't sissy la la's when it comes to defense, and the only thing the dems have going for them is that they havent been screwing things up for the last 12 years in congress. Well, we'll see
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I wanted to share this piece with everyone....it's a story by a former congressman about the Constitution, a document that the Republicrats in Washington DC and all of their foolish supporters seem to know nothing about. Read on........ One day in the House of Representatives a bill was taken up appropriating money for the benefit of a widow of a distinguished naval officer. Several beautiful speeches had been made in its support. The speaker was just about to put the question when Crockett arose: "Mr. Speaker--I have as much respect for the memory of the deceased, and as much sympathy for the suffering of the living, if there be, as any man in this House, but we must not permit our respect for the dead or our sympathy for part of the living to lead us into an act of injustice to the balance of the living. I will not go into an argument to prove that Congress has not the power to appropriate this money as an act of charity. Every member on this floor knows it. We have the right as individuals, to give away as much of our own money as we please in charity; but as members of Congress we have no right to appropriate a dollar of the public money. Some eloquent appeals have been made to us upon the ground that it is a debt due the deceased. Mr. Speaker, the deceased lived long after the close of the war; he was in office to the day of his death, and I ever heard that the government was in arrears to him. "Every man in this House knows it is not a debt. We cannot without the grossest corruption, appropriate this money as the payment of a debt. We have not the semblance of authority to appropriate it as charity. Mr. Speaker, I have said we have the right to give as much money of our own as we please. I am the poorest man on this floor. I cannot vote for this bill, but I will give one week's pay to the object, and if every member of Congress will do the same, it will amount to more than the bill asks." He took his seat. Nobody replied. The bill was put upon its passage, and, instead of passing unanimously, as was generally supposed, and as, no doubt, it would, but for that speech, it received but few votes, and, of course, was lost. Later, when asked by a friend why he had opposed the appropriation, Crockett gave this explanation: "Several years ago I was one evening standing on the steps of the Capitol with some members of Congress, when our attention was attracted by a great light over in Georgetown. It was evidently a large fire. We jumped into a hack and drove over as fast as we could. In spite of all that could be done, many houses were burned and many families made houseless, and besides, some of them had lost all but the clothes they had on. The weather was very cold, and when I saw so many children suffering, I felt that something ought to be done for them. The next morning a bill was introduced appropriating $20,000 for their relief. We put aside all other business and rushed it through as soon as it could be done. "The next summer, when it began to be time to think about election, I concluded I would take a scout around among the boys of my district. I had no opposition there but, as the election was some time off, I did not know what might turn up. When riding one day in a part of my district in which I was more of a stranger than any other, I saw a man in a field plowing and coming toward the road. I gauged my gait so that we should meet as he came up, I spoke to the man. He replied politely, but as I thought, rather coldly. "I began: 'Well friend, I am one of those unfortunate beings called candidates and--- "Yes I know you; you are Colonel Crockett. I have seen you once before, and voted for you the last time you were elected. I suppose you are out electioneering now, but you had better not waste your time or mine, I shall not vote for you again." "This was a sockdolger...I begged him tell me what was the matter. "Well Colonel, it is hardly worthwhile to waste time or words upon it. I do not see how it can be mended, but you gave a vote last winter which shows that either you have not capacity to understand the Constitution, or that you are wanting in the honesty and firmness to be guided by it. In either case you are not the man to represent me. But I beg your pardon for expressing it that way. I did not intend to avail myself of the privilege of the constituent to speak plainly to a candidate for the purpose of insulting you or wounding you.' "I intend by it only to say that your understanding of the constitution is very different from mine; and I will say to you what but for my rudeness, I should not have said, that I believe you to be honest. But an understanding of the constitution different from mine I cannot overlook, because the Constitution, to be worth anything, must be held sacred, and rigidly observed in all its provisions. The man who wields power and misinterprets it is the more dangerous the honest he is.' " 'I admit the truth of all you say, but there must be some mistake. Though I live in the backwoods and seldom go from home, I take the papers from Washington and read very carefully all the proceedings of Congress. My papers say you voted for a bill to appropriate $20,000 to some sufferers by fire in Georgetown. Is that true? "Well my friend; I may as well own up. You have got me there. But certainly nobody will complain that a great and rich country like ours should give the insignificant sum of $20,000 to relieve its suffering women and children, particularly with a full and overflowing treasury, and I am sure, if you had been there, you would have done just the same as I did.' "It is not the amount, Colonel, that I complain of; it is the principle. In the first place, the government ought to have in the Treasury no more than enough for its legitimate purposes. But that has nothing with the question. The power of collecting and disbursing money at pleasure is the most dangerous power that can be entrusted to man, particularly under our system of collecting revenue by a tariff, which reaches every man in the country, no matter how poor he may be, and the poorer he is the more he pays in proportion to his means. What is worse, it presses upon him without his knowledge where the weight centers, for there is not a man in the United States who can ever guess how much he pays to the government. So you see, that while you are contributing to relieve one, you are drawing it from thousands who are even worse off than he. If you had the right to give anything, the amount was simply a matter of discretion with you, and you had as much right to give $20,000,000 as $20,000. If you have the right to give at all; and as the Constitution neither defines charity nor stipulates the amount, you are at liberty to give to any and everything which you may believe, or profess to believe, is a charity and to any amount you may think proper. You will very easily perceive what a wide door this would open for fraud and corruption and favoritism, on the one hand, and for robbing the people on the other. 'No, Colonel, Congress has no right to give charity.' "'Individual members may give as much of their own money as they please, but they have no right to touch a dollar of the public money for that purpose. If twice as many houses had been burned in this country as in Georgetown, neither you nor any other member of Congress would have Thought of appropriating a dollar for our relief. There are about two hundred and forty members of Congress. If they had shown their sympathy for the sufferers by contributing each one week's pay, it would have made over $13,000. There are plenty of wealthy men around Washington who could have given $20,000 without depriving themselves of even a luxury of life.' "The congressmen chose to keep their own money, which, if reports be true, some of them spend not very creditably; and the people about Washington, no doubt, applauded you for relieving them from necessity of giving what was not yours to give. The people have delegated to Congress, by the Constitution, the power to do certain things. To do these, it is authorized to collect and pay moneys, and for nothing else. Everything beyond this is usurpation, and a violation of the Constitution.' "'So you see, Colonel, you have violated the Constitution in what I consider a vital point. It is a precedent fraught with danger to the country, for when Congress once begins to stretch its power beyond the limits of the Constitution, there is no limit to it, and no security for the people. I have no doubt you acted honestly, but that does not make it any better, except as far as you are personally concerned, and you see that I cannot vote for you.' "I tell you I felt streaked. I saw if I should have opposition, and this man should go to talking and in that district I was a gone fawn-skin. I could not answer him, and the fact is, I was so fully convinced that he was right, I did not want to. But I must satisfy him, and I said to him: "Well, my friend, you hit the nail upon the head when you said I had not sense enough to understand the Constitution. I intended to be guided by it, and thought I had studied it fully. I have heard many speeches in Congress about the powers of Congress, but what you have said here at your plow has got more hard, sound sense in it than all the fine speeches I ever heard. If I had ever taken the view of it that you have, I would have put my head into the fire before I would have given that vote; and if you will forgive me and vote for me again, if I ever vote for another unconstitutional law I wish I may be shot.' "He laughingly replied; 'Yes, Colonel, you have sworn to that once before, but I will trust you again upon one condition. You are convinced that your vote was wrong. Your acknowledgment of it will do more good than beating you for it. If, as you go around the district, you will tell people about this vote, and that you are satisfied it was wrong, I will not only vote for you, but will do what I can to keep down opposition, and perhaps, I may exert some little influence in that way.' "If I don't, said I, 'I wish I may be shot; and to convince you that I am in earnest in what I say I will come back this way in a week or ten days, and if you will get up a gathering of people, I will make a speech to them. Get up a barbecue, and I will pay for it.' "No, Colonel, we are not rich people in this section but we have plenty of provisions to contribute for a barbecue, and some to spare for those who have none. The push of crops will be over in a few days, and we can then afford a day for a barbecue. 'This Thursday; I will see to getting it up on Saturday week. Come to my house on Friday, and we will go together, and I promise you a very respectable crowd to see and hear you. "'Well I will be here. But one thing more before I say good-bye. I must know your name." "'My name is Bunce.' "'Not Horatio Bunce?' "'Yes "'Well, Mr. Bunce, I never saw you before, though you say you have seen me, but I know you very well. I am glad I have met you, and very proud that I may hope to have you for my friend.' "It was one of the luckiest hits of my life that I met him. He mingled but little with the public, but was widely known for his remarkable intelligence, and for a heart brim-full and running over with kindness and benevolence, which showed themselves not only in words but in acts. He was the oracle of the whole country around him, and his fame had extended far beyond the circle of his immediate acquaintance. Though I had never met him, before, I had heard much of him, and but for this meeting it is very likely I should have had opposition, and had been beaten. One thing is very certain, no man could now stand up in that district under such a vote. "At the appointed time I was at his house, having told our conversation to every crowd I had met, and to every man I stayed all night with, and I found that it gave the people an interest and confidence in me stronger than I had ever seen manifested before. "Though I was considerably fatigued when I reached his house, and, under ordinary circumstances, should have gone early to bed, I kept him up until midnight talking about the principles and affairs of government, and got more real, true knowledge of them than I had got all my life before." "I have known and seen much of him since, for I respect him - no, that is not the word - I reverence and love him more than any living man, and I go to see him two or three times every year; and I will tell you, sir, if every one who professes to be a Christian lived and acted and enjoyed it as he does, the religion of Christ would take the world by storm. "But to return to my story. The next morning we went to the barbecue and, to my surprise, found about a thousand men there. I met a good many whom I had not known before, and they and my friend introduced me around until I had got pretty well acquainted - at least, they all knew me. "In due time notice was given that I would speak to them. They gathered up around a stand that had been erected. I opened my speech by saying: "Fellow-citizens - I present myself before you today feeling like a new man. My eyes have lately been opened to truths which ignorance or prejudice or both, had heretofore hidden from my view. I feel that I can today offer you the ability to render you more valuable service than I have ever been able to render before. I am here today more for the purpose of acknowledging my error than to seek your votes. That I should make this acknowledgment is due to myself as well as to you. Whether you will vote for me is a matter for your consideration only." "I went on to tell them about the fire and my vote for the appropriation and then told them why I was satisfied it was wrong. I closed by saying: "And now, fellow-citizens, it remains only for me to tell you that the most of the speech you have listened to with so much interest was simply a repetition of the arguments by which your neighbor, Mr. Bunce, convinced me of my error. "It is the best speech I ever made in my life, but he is entitled to the credit for it. And now I hope he is satisfied with his convert and that he will get up here and tell you so.' "He came up to the stand and said: "Fellow-citizens - it affords me great pleasure to comply with the request of Colonel Crockett. I have always considered him a thoroughly honest man, and I am satisfied that he will faithfully perform all that he has promised you today.' "He went down, and there went up from that crowd such a shout for Davy Crockett as his name never called forth before.' "I am not much given to tears, but I was taken with a choking then and felt some big drops rolling down my cheeks. And I tell you now that the remembrance of those few words spoken by such a man, and the honest, hearty shout they produced, is worth more to me than all the honors I have received and all the reputation I have ever made, or ever shall make, as a member of Congress.' "Now, sir," concluded Crockett, "you know why I made that speech yesterday. "There is one thing which I will call your attention, "you remember that I proposed to give a week's pay. There are in that House many very wealthy men - men who think nothing of spending a week's pay, or a dozen of them, for a dinner or a wine party when they have something to accomplish by it. Some of those same men made beautiful speeches upon the great debt of gratitude which the country owed the deceased--a debt which could not be paid by money--and the insignificance and worthlessness of money, particularly so insignificant a sum as $20,000 when weighed against the honor of the nation. Yet not one of them responded to my proposition. Money with them is nothing but trash when it is to come out of the people. But it is the one great thing for which most of them are striving, and many of them sacrifice honor, integrity, and justice to obtain it."
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Here's what happens to me in real life(read: Away from the internet)................ My alarm goes off at 5:10 in the morning and I use my fist to find the snooze button so I dont have to open my eyes....this also helps me gain some measure of revenge with the alarm clock for interupting my sleep. I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself for about a minute and try to think about whatever it is I plan to do next. Once I come to grips with the fact that I don't have enough time to go back to bed, I bitterly curl the left side of my upper lip and start to exfoliate. Once I've exfoliated, I start the shower, but before I get in, I walk back out to the hallway and get a towel and a wash cloth. Usually, as I'm doing this, I stub my toe in the door jam of the closet, or if I'm on a roll, the bathroom door catches it first, then I do it again in the closet. Now that I'm really cranky, I hang my towel and strip my boxers off so I can get in the shower. Once I'm in, I usually lean against the shower wall and sleep while the water pours off my back. Once I start to wake up again, I give my hair a tea tree treatment and I scrub twice from head to toe. As soon as I get out, I get a mouthful of listerine and swish it around while I dry off and go to my room to find my outfit for the day. Once I have my boxers and a shirt on, I give my crotch a shot of baby powder, then I put my pants on. Now that I'm almost fully dressed, I head back down the hall to the bathroom where I spit the listerine out and brush my teeth. Once I've brushed, I floss, then I brush again, then I rinse one more time with listerine. Once my mouth is burning from the minty freshness of the germ fighting powers of Listerine, I spit it out and do my hair. This is normally a twenty minute process but sometimes it can take longer, depending on how queenish my mood is. Now that my hair is done, I'm at a crossroad.....I can either use a Qtip in my ears and call it a morning, or I can use the Qtip in my ears, then, use it to style my eyelashes. Again, it depends on my queen meter. Once I'm good to go in the mirror, I get my sock and shoes on, then I put my belt on. Now, I have a theory about shoes and belts.....they're riddled with germs. Once I've put them on, it's time to go back down the hall to wash my hands. At this point I can find myself either at my desk checking out the forums and seeing who's on to chat, or at my desk finishing the homework I didn't finish the night before......if I do the latter, it has to be done with the utmost secretcy or I can find myself grounded for not getting it done the night before. Now, here's where I used to be able to say that I down a redbull and eat some grits....now I'm not allowed to have Redbull anymore and instead of grits I have a bowl of cheerios or some other whole grain cereal. While I eat my dad goes through my backpack for whatever reason. I still havent figured out what it is he thinks he'll find, but since I have nothing to hide, it doesnt really bug me. While he digs through my stuff, I always call Taylor and we talk until it's time for us to leave. Once we're out the door, it's wartime. Sometimes I can get him to let me drive to my school, but usually, he bitches about time and traffic and bullies his way into the drivers seat. In retaliation, I hit the seek button on the stereo and drive him nuts. Just when we find station we like, I change it just to be annoying Once I get to school my fag hag Christine gives me my Redbull. I down it like a beer and we're off for our day of scholastic nourishment. After school a few things can happen.....I can get a ride from someone(not often), my stepmom might pick me up, or more likely than not, I ride the bus home. When I get home I go straight to the fridge and find something to eat, then I start my homework. This is where it gets interesting, because usually, Taylor comes over and he wants all of my attention. I can't always give it to him because not only am I wrapped up in my homework, but his too, and while Im doing that, about 10 different people typically IM me throughout the evening. I walk with Taylor back to his house at 10 and it always hurts to leave. During the summer we dont have to be apart. We hang out non stop all day and night. If it didnt rain, we usually slept in my back yard(or his...he has a pool, we dont ) When I get home I have to start my homework again, but i have to do it while Im on the phone with Taylor and usually we're chatting on AOL too. Add to that the fact that I have a ton of other people wanting some of my time, and it gets a little hectic. While all of this is happening, I still have to update my stories. That means writing the chapters, getting them off to my editor and my beta readers, then thinking of the most outrageous questions I can possibly ask them about the chapter they just read. If it's a new month, I have to review the recomendations that I get from the NJ Excellence committee and send everything back to them for final voting. The point in all of this??? If you're a regular reader of one of my stories and I'm not updating as often as you'd like, please be patient. I'm working on it
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I'm wondering if there's some kind of law against parent's forcing kids to follow their goofy diet fads.....my dad and stepmom have a habit of following the latest diet fad, no matter what it is, and sometimes, I have to take a stand. Let me explain....... About 3 years ago, my dad watched a show about Americans with diabetes who don't even know they have it. From that one show, he determined that we were all borderline diabetic and we needed to cut as much sugar from our diets as we could, so he stopped buying sweets. That didn't really go away, either. Our refridgerator and cupboards have been filled with sugar free everything, including cookies, pudding, hot coco mix and other crap that I've been forced to adapt to. At some point last year, my parents went on an organic food kick. I guess that wasn't too bad, but I had to draw the line at organic ice cream....there's something about the combination of organic and dairy anything that doesn't sit right with me. Still, I stuck it out and in the end, the organic crap they were buying faded away. Sometime in the spring, our house was invaded by olive oil, fresh vegetables and bags of various nuts. My parents planted pots of herbs and bought weird kinds of meats like lamb, goat and rabbit. Personally, I love lamb, goat and rabbit, but my stepmom cant stand goat or rabbit. In time, the rabbit and goat were gone, replaced by fish, which we still have at least 3 times a week. Yesterday, we went shopping, and as my parents strolled down the aisles, they read labels and I wondered what was next. What followed was a low fat, high fiber, whole grain and lean protien onslaught. Instead of cheetohs, we have triscuits. Instead of onion dip, we have avacado dip with fresh tomatos. Instead of pudding cups, we have fresh pineapple. Instead of coco pebbles, they bought some crap called Great Grains. I wanted hamburgers for dinner last night, but instead, they made squash and boneless, skinless chicken breast. So in protest, I ate 3 bowls of the last box of coco pebbles. I got up this morning wanting grits, and I wound up with a choice of Great Grains or a plate of eggs and fresh sliced tomato. Even worse, my toast, made with 21 gram of whole grain bread, didn't even have butter on it. So, it's time for me to settle in for another fad diet. I'll endure, though, and wait patiently for my folks to lose interest. In the meanwhile, though, I think I'll be eating dinner elsewhere for a while.
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In the wake of the Mark Foley scandal, there's a disturbing new trend in Washington DC among both Democrats and Republicans......outing gay Republicans....now the repukes are doing this because they want to save themselves from losing the elections in November, which is something they dont have to worry about. No one wants the Democraps in power because we'll be invaded in short order by the islamo facists who want to kill us and the Democraps are going to be weak, as always, and most likely surrender and allow Americans to be murdered. They'll justify it by saying that we have to have "understanding" and that we need to offer the terrorists a chance to "express themseves" by killing Americans. Anyway, I'm not shocked at all by the repukes wanting to out gays and appeal to their crazy base of homophobes and abortion doctor killers. Unfortuantely, I'm also not shocked my the democraps, who are now sending out a list of gay republican lawmakers and their staff members. The reason why, you ask?? Because they want to destroy peoples lives for being republicans.....there's no other reason. They can score political points and at the same time, punish gays who dont see things their way by outing them before they're ready to be out. Some people might never want to come out, and it's a private decision that no breeder has the right to make for them. It just further proves my point that the democraps are every bit as homophobic and crooked as the repukes, and that they're desperate to get into power so they can hand over our sovergnty to the UN and start peace talks with Osama Bin Laden. Unfortuantely the lives they're ruining are going to be irrepairable. I wonder how many men and women will be rejected by their loved ones, or haw many will commit suicide rather than face being outed by these hateful scumbags who beg the gay community for votes everytime there's an election. In my opinion, it makes them no better than Fred Phelps and his family of demons, who plan to protest at the funerals of five innocent little girls who were murdered by some asshole who was taking revenge for something that happened in his life that they had nothing to do with. Maybe instead of focusing their energy toward outing closeted republicans, the democrats could be working to block these idiots from deepening the pain of these familes who are already suffering an unspeakable sorrow. Instead, no one's even paying attention to that, because they're more wrapped up in gaining political points. I wonder how many political points they would score if they actually acted to protect this community from the new pain they're about to suffer.
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I've done a lotof thinking about what happened last night on my blog, and after chatting with Kitty for hours about the conflict I had, what led up to it, and how i'm looked at by others, I've decided to reintroduce myself to everyone. First of all, my name is Nick, and I might be the most hated member in the history of Gayauthors.org. The reason why, you ask? I can't say for sure, but I think I have a really good idea, so here goes.... There seems to be this perception about me that somehow I judge people who are different. I think the opposite is true. I've been on this site for over a year now, and I've had friends and lost friends, and one thing always comes out in every conflict I've been involved in.....I have it so good. That somehow, I live a protected life and that my family doesn't have problems, and I always end up being hated on by people who don't have it as good as people think I have it. My first run in was with a poster who identified themselves only as "guest" They called me spoiled, arrogant, self centered and even said that my dad belonged in prison. Well, later I found out that "guest" was actually someone I considered a friend, and that the person hated my guts. When that happened, I was shocked and hurt, but I moved on. I actually didn't have another run in for a while. I made some friends on this site, and one in particular that I really cared about and to this day I still wonder how he's doing. We would go to chat together and it always seemed like people were on his case to change and to conform..someone even told him that he needed to be more like Kurt. I thought that was rude, and he told me that it bugged him. All I could do for him was tell him not to change and that he was a great person already. Then one night he wasn't in the chatroom, and somehow we were all talking about Columbine.....the way I remember it, someone tried to talk me into believing that the kids and teacher who were murdered that day were somehow guilty of inaction, and the next thing I knew, we were debating bullying....well, to make a long story short, I spoke my mind, the way I always have in the past. I knew I had made some people mad at me, including a couple of the GAC's that were in there who were supposed to be moderating and not taking sides. So I left that night. Later that week, I was back in their with my friend, and a debate broke out about a girl who was beaten by her dad on camera. Someone, and I wont say who, said that it was okay for men to hit women. I said it wasnt, and the next thing I know, the people who I had ticked off earlier in the week, including one of the GAC's, all teamed up on me and tried to paint me as a sexist. Anyway, to make a long story short, I let them get the better of me that night, and the next day, I ended up losing the friendship of someone I thought would always be my friend. It hurt, but I kept my chin up and I moved on. I knew that the others were gloating about it, but I figured that at some point they had moved on. So then last night, almost 6 months after that incident, I posted something in my blog that was fairly random. It wasn't a personal attack on anyone in particular, but someohow it got twisted, and an angry ghost from my past came back to haunt me. What makes me mad is that the person seemed most angry about the fact that I'm a "preppy" and he called me some pretty mean names, and I responded by telling him exactly what I thought of him and his friends in chat. I lashed out in a moment of anger, and I'm pissed at myself for that. I should have been mature enough to let it go, but I wasn't. The thing that gets me, though, is that I seem to always be under attack for being a noncomformist. It's like I'm being blasted for being different from people who claim that they don't comform to what society and their parents want them to be. So, I'm going to break this down one time for everyone, and then I'm not going to revisit this topic....... 1. I have my own opinions. They aren't the same as yours, most likely, because they're mine. If they offend you, then you can probably imagine how I feel when I read your opinions. The difference is, I don't thnk less of you for having an opinion of your own, and I don't get mad when you express your opinion. Am I allowed the same courtesy? 2. If I have something to say about someone, no matter who it is, I'll say it. I won't talk behind your back, and I won't start rumors about you. If I think you suck, I'm going to say I think you suck, and then I'm going to say why. I'd rather be honest with you than be a snake in the grass. When I was pissed at Joe and Kitty I said I was pissed at Joe and Kitty, and then I moved on. I didn't sit back in the chatroom and talk shit behind their and Myr's backs like some people like to do. I say what I have to say and deal with the consequences. 3. I don't live in a perfect world and I don't have a perfect life. I have a lot of stress, just like everyone else here. I fight with my dad, and I struggle with my school work, and I get sick and I get worried and I bleed and I have friends that are always on my mind and people I try hard to please, just like everyone else here. Maybe I don't live in your situation, but you don't live in mine either. There's no way for anyone to understand what goes on in my life, just like I can't understand what happens in yours. 4. Coming out of the closet wasn't easy for me, and I'm sure it won't be easy for you either. I knew I was gay before I could even say what gay meant, and I know a lot of people here went through the same thing. I was scared to death when I came out to my dad, and then at school too. Being out wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do in the sixth grade, and it wasn't a walk in the park. So before you assume that I have it so good, think twice about it. 5. I know what it's like to be poor. Before we moved to Virginia, I used to have to go with my dad on his route truck because there was no way he could afford a baby sitter for me, and he worked from early in the morning to late at night, and a lot of nights, I went to bed in his truck and woke up in the morning not knowing how I got to my bed. I'm not sorry my dad worked a little harder to get us out of poverty, and I hope your family never has to struggle, and if they do, then I hope you make it out. 6. I don't judge other people all the time. Let's be 100% honest here.....everyone judges people sometimes. I know it's true because it's human nature. But I don't walk around and point fingers and make assumptions about other people's lives. Now, if I think something someone's doing is stupid, I'll say so. But then I'm judging the act, not the person. I think smokers are below average intellegence, but that's not judging them. That's saying that I've worked out in my head that they deliberately poison themselves even though they know it's going to kill them one day. So, that's what I think. Does that mean I would wish them harm? No way. Anyway, those are just a few things I thought it was important to talk about, because after talking to Kitty and just knowing what has been said to me and even about me in the past, it's obvious that some people don't like me because of who they think I am...so, go to my custom tag right above the pope's picture today and read what it says. Then maybe, just maybe, you won't hate me so much
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Last night I got an IM from someone I know who is pretty much against all republicans no matter what the issue is. Usually, I am too, but I think they're right when it comes to defending the US from terrorism. Well anyway, she IM's me about some lunatic named Kieth Olberman, who has some show no one watches on MSNBC. He goes off on the president whenever he has a chance, but intellegent people pay him no mind because he's a loser. Anyway, I hate Bush for his politics. I hate that he wants to give old people prescription drugs and that he says he wants to ban gay marriage even though he's never actually tried. I also hate him because he called the US a democracy, and it isn't. The US is a republic, and only morons and people who don't understand our system of government don't know that. So anyway, Bush pretty much sucks, but he's right when it comes to the war on terror. People who say we shouldnt be in Iraq are fooling themselves. We're in a war against terror, and Saddam Hussein was financing terrorism by paying Palestinian suicide bombers' familes 25000 dollars for them to go into Isreal and blow themselves up. I just wish Bush would have said that was the reason we went. Instead, he said we were going for the WMD's, which Saddam had, but was able to smuggle to Syria before we invaded. Bush is also right that we have a responsibility to get information from terrorists we capture, no matter what we have to do to them. If it comes down to the life of my dad, my stepmom , my boyfriend and the rest of my family or a terrorist not being tortured, you're damn ass right I'm going to pick my family. People who think it's more important to be nice and sensitive to terrorists who want to murder us all for not believing in their sick idea's is a moron, and I'm not sorry to say it. So anyway, my friend is a little mad at me right now because I told her how I felt, and she thinks I'm wrong. I think she's wrong, and I wonder how she could feel that way when she has a husband and kids of her own that the terrorists would love to kill. I guess it just goes to show that when you're dealing with a weak party like the democrats, nothing should shock me.
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It's never too late Much Love Devin
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My thought of the day............. At least I can be who I am here on my blog. I've had a really rough last few days. I'm not going to lie about it. I found out that a problem that I thought was over and done with is still around, and it's been bugging me. So I took today and just spent it thinking about things. Schools about to start and I really don't want to have the same hard time I had last year when I was up until 2 in the morning doing my homework, so I decided to finally give in and let my dad have his way......I'm quitting my job. Also, I found out that I'm not going to be cleared to wrestle before Sept 5, so I'm going to miss this season. In a way though, I'm not too bothered by it. I mean, if God wanted me to wrestle this year, I would have passed my physical. I look at it like this....Not being cleared to wrestle was His way of getting me the medical attention I needed for my problem, which the cardiologist says isn't that big of a deal, but to be safe, he thinks I shouldn't play any sports for the time being. I'm also gonna get a note saying I can't do any physical activities this year for PE, so chances are I'll have to be a TA or something. I guess what I'm getting at is this...if you don't see me posting as much on the forums, don't be too suprised. I have a lot to think about, including my writing schedule. I've already set a goal of one chapter a week per story, which = 2 chapters a week worth of writing. So I'll be extra busy with that and with school. I think I'll have a pretty full plate. I'm not serving on the writers support sub committee anymore, either, but that doesn't mean I'm not here to help. If anyone needs any kind of help with their writing or with getting noticed, you can always come to me and I'm happy to help. I just don't think it's fair to be on that committee if I can't commit to doing that and writing and school.....one of those things is going to suffer, and that's not an option with school or with my writing. Anyway, it's like 2 in the morning and I'm ready to go crash, so I'm out.
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I've decided to do something. I talked about it with quite a few people on this site and on other sites, and everyone agreed that it was a good idea, so here it is........ Im going to change Nick's Story Page. It's been a good site for me, and I've had a lot of exposure because of it. It get's hundreds of hits a day, and I think it can serve a greater good now...... From now on, Nick's Story Page belongs to new writers who are making an effort to improve and get noticed. I'm going to put some rules in place about having stories posted there, like being an active member of GA, and having your stories posted on e-fiction. Also, your work has to be edited, and I would like for writers to take advantage of some of the programs that are going to be rolled out soon by the If you're trying to get noticed, people come from all kinds of sites to Nick's Story Page , so you'd have great exposure and most likely a lot of readers. What I'm planning to do is to take down my individual story links and just post a link back to my main page. I also plan to leave the links that I have posted on the site for GA, CRVboy, RCWP and The Talon House. If you're a writer and intersted in having your writing or poems posted at Nick's Story Page, pm me or email me at nicksstorypage@gmail.com
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Ok, so I'm in an extra good mood right now.....after a long hard struggle, I finally got myself hosted at another site...... RCWP. The webmistress, Mary, is a total sweetheart, and she's been doing so much to make sure I have a good page at her site. There are so many great authors there, and trust me, I can tell you from personal experience that it's a hard site to get hosted at. She does a great job there, and I'm proud that my stories are going to be read at that site. She hooked me up with the coolest design for my page, and it's even going to have music too (not yet). Ok, I have to ask Dom Luka something if he's reading.........WILL YOU MARRY ME???...lol. I friggen love TOSOM. I won't ruin the story for anyone who want's to read it by talking about it here, but trust me....if you haven't read it yet, go read it right now. Dom is truly the master, and all others shall bow at his feet As a matter of fact, I've stopped reading all other stories until the comepletion of this story. That includes With Trust. Maybe if we're lucky With Trust is gonna turn out like Dessert Dropping and when he does get back to it, it'll turn out to be his best ever. BTW, the July winners of the Nickolas James awards are listed to the right. Don't forget to congratulate the winners
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Ok, I have a little confession to make.......... I've been depressed ever since we got home from California. I know what it has to do with, and it's really silly, but it still has me feeling bad. For as long as I can remember, we've always gone to the cross at the spot where my mom died and took flowers. When we lived in Cali we did it a lot, and every time we've gone back we've done it too. Well, the last time we went back was for my big papu's memorial, and we didn't go because we didn't have a lot of time. I really wanted to but my dad said we'd go for sure when we came back out. Well, last week we stopped and got flowers and we drove there, but the cross was gone. I know it's not the end of the world, but I feel like we missed our last chance to go there when we were out there in March. I mean, I know she's not buried there, but it's still symbolic to me for some reason. I feel like what happened there changed the course of my life and the lives of everyone else I love, and now there's nothing there to remember my mom by. Nothing to say, hey, in August of 1991 someones mother, someones daughter and someones girlfriend lost her life right here. Drive carefully. I thought I'd be okay about it, but the truth is, I feel horrible and dissapointed. I've been sleeping a lot since we came home and my dad got so worried about me that he said I have to be out of bed my 8 in the morning no matter what day it is because he doesn't want me sleeping all day. I'm really trying hard to move on but it's hard. So I'm sorry to everyone who's been waiting on the next chapter of My Jump Off, What's the Difference or Bodega Bay. I haven't really been in a writing mood, but today I finally sat down and got moving on What's the Difference. Sometimes I think writing that story is thereputic for me because it let's me live some of my memories, the good ones and the bad ones, and it let's me think about my life my families lives too. So I'll probably be working more on that than on My Jump Off for now, but I'll still get another chapter of My Jump Off out by next friday at the latest.
