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NEW ART APPRECIATION STORY (sorta)

I actually began writing this October 2004 and got it almost completed and then got distracted. I found it and finished it at last. This is Currently the BETA version, my lovely editor sel_barton currently is working on fixing my errors. I just wanted to post this before I headed off to Con, cause who knows when I'll be able to after....

SYNOPSIS: Art is in the Eye of the Beholder and in the heart of the Artisan. When Robin Wood lost his hearing as a little boy, he'd found it difficult to fit into the world around him. Until he met Chris and His Grandmother Hope. Who taught him handicaps are only that if you allow them to be. What lessons he learned at ten-years-old he would carry with him the rest of his turblent life...




Read it Here: "SilverWolf's Robin" under fake cut (NC-17)




y-con realted: OMG I have so much *STUFF* O_O


My trunk is full of Sakuranbo Studios Shit. (spubba, thevirginreaper, sharona1x2 & ponderosa121 make sure you see me, I have stuff for you!)...

I have my laptop, Wireless Keyboard & Mouse *AND* my wacom (*nervous about my 'holy grail' baby)  for spubba to abuse during the Sunday Advanced CG panel. COME PEOPLE! COME! I know the panel is early but sooooo going to be worth it just to tap into Spubba's brain for an hour.

I have my portfolios and assorted sketching supplies...

I have my Art Show Stuff mounted and ready to go....

I have my entire fucking closet with me I think, ya know, just in case I spill shit on myself (Which I'm prone to do and you don't want to know how many pairs of clean undies I have in the suitcase, really.)...

I have a suitcase just for shoes/boots (I'm such a fucking GIRLY-GIRL)...

I have a suitcase for my bathroom shit. Cause I must pack the loofa don'tcha know!! ><__><...

I have a cooler insulated suitcase for my daily meds alone!! I look like a major junky with all the insulin needles man. O_O...

(God I hope you don't get squicked by needles vr2lbast. I gotta shoot up three times a day now. And anyone that goes out to dinner with me, be prepared for D to discreetly have to shoot up at the meal. I have a little pen needle I have to take at Breakfast and Dinner and then the regular vial type insulin at bedtime. Not to mention I gotta do finger prick tests like 8 times a day anymore. I really hope my friends can handle me with needles this year. I took a nose dive with the Diabetes this year. But it's stable again (And better than EVER) thanks to the new meds! YAY, just annoying to always have to carry this shit around and my stomach is constantly bruised from the shots I give myself.)


Well, the dryer is buzzing... back to finishing up packing fresh clean clothes. AHHHH downey fresh!

SOOO EXCITED!!!!

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fablespinner
Oct. 27th, 2005 02:21 pm (UTC)
O_o Publish? No one would buy them hon, I'm not that good.

Thanks though and I wonder why you're having review trouble, I have it set so anonymous people can review... how odd. Did you get an error message?
mortegami
Oct. 28th, 2005 02:01 am (UTC)
If someone published you and it wasn't me, I would buy it. I think you're a whole lot better than you give yourself credit for.

I don't recall if it gave me an...wait, no, no error. It just stuck on "Leave a Review" page. And now, it's not showing ANY stories for me, not even allowing me to log in. No errors, just...not going. I hit submit on the Log In page, and it doesn't go. I go to the Catagories and try to click links and the pages don't go (not to mention it's no longer showing 5 as the total number of stories in Guest Archive).

I know you're busy at Con. Enjoy that first, worry about the site later. It may just be me (which wouldn't surprise me one iota).
fablespinner
Oct. 28th, 2005 02:43 pm (UTC)
The whole site seems to be down at the moment I have a support ticket in

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