I reposted the story. Readers who have seen it previously and noticed it on the "updates" list and wondered why, this is the reason.
I edited it. I reworked some poor paragraphs, added and removed words that needed it, and fixed my strange grammar. A couple years ago, I had some wrong ideas about writing mechanics, but now I know better. The version now appearing on SOL is much improved over what was up previously, but it's still my writing so that's kinda relative.
I separated the Epilogue from Chapter 6 of HMD and that's why there's 14 parts to the story instead of 13.
Apologies if this confused anyone.
rache
This is a seriously boring blog entry, huh? I shoulda stayed in bed.
Is updated thanks to a big clue from Bradley Stoke. He hooked me up and my ASSTR site is up and updated and it's here:
http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
I put information on the site for downloading it, which due to the size is made somewhat more complicated than it should be. The directions and links are there, however, and the site is available for off-line viewing in the privacy of your own jungle.
There's already an update and I just uploaded it now, so the link's not on my site yet. You can find it here:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/ubhnokubc11oq9c/rache_update_120310.zip
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What else?
I'm taking off for New York in a few days. Rammstein is playing at Madison Square Garden and we have tickets. The show sold out in 30 minutes, but as I've said elsewhere, it's nice to have friends...especially the ones who work for Ticketmaster :)
Hmmm...That's about it. I've been doing a lot of writing, but none of it is conducive to SOL, unfortunately. It's very strange and centered around the graphics I'm using to illustrate it. I call it "VBE" for the moment and I suppose I'll have to write a novel one of these days just to make the whole thing cohesive. It's in a lot of little parts right now, mostly in my pointy little head.
This is boring.
Bye!
pj just likes girls, I think :) ...But I do love milkbones! Thanks.
And when I need a porn fix, I reach for just-this-guy. He's not only good for my complexion, but he makes all my friends insanely jealous too. They ask me what my secret is and I say, "It's just-this-guy!"
Growing Up Audrey is a porn story. I got a number of emails, like ten of them, asking me basically "Where's the rache story that we've come to expect from rache since you're rache and always manage to come up with something rachey?"
It's just porn. Stories Online is a porn site and I'm really under no obligation to write anything else. So, anyone looking for any weird rache stuff will be disappointed because if I did rache stuff all the time it would just become ordinary and common and nobody would ever appreciate it. See? It's necessary to a story like "Hit 'n Run" to pen the occasional middle of the road meaningless porn trivia that any one of a thousand other writers could pen while laying in a hospital practically dying of Dengue Fever.
That's true, btw. I had Dengue and I still have it, actually, but after a week in the hospital they decided I could suffer at home. I want to thank the people who dropped me get well wishes, I appreciate it. I really did think I was dying for a couple hours there. It was bad.
Anyway, hmmm...Oh! Growing Up Audrey. It's just porn and if you're not into teenage sluts, then you should skip it. In fact, I think everyone should skip it. Why are you guys reading it? See? This is why I wrote and posted it. I look at the new stories list and it's so depressing! God! There is some real crap floating around and I thought I'd post some too. How hard can it be? Not very apparently. I can do it without even drinking!
I better stop now. I'm in kind of a bad mood. It has to do with this amazing headache that will not go away. It hurts a lot and I don't want to take it out on you guys...except I already did!! heh! Don't read the story. It's just boring porn.
rache
I got more than a couple emails about my blogs. rache got a few, Rachael Ross got a bunch, even The Secret Me got a lot, mostly from people looking for her blog stories. Either a few people decided to write all three of me, or a bunch of people don't know I'm schizo, either way they all sounded kind of like this one, which came anonymous:
Rache, I'm writing to ask when you're going to start blogging on SO again. I'm one of the people who can't read all your stories but I do like some of them. The blogs are what I loved about you and sometimes the only reason I get on SO is to see if you have a new one posted. You made me angry, happy, sad, and glad and sometimes plain confused and always entertained. If they had scores for blogs I'd give you tens. Are you going to blog again and if not where can I find your old blogs? I should have saved them when I could have. Answer me in your blog.
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I like that one the most because he/she doesn't like all my stories, but loves my blogs, and doesn't bother saying please. Readers like that have a special place in my heart, especially when they say nice things about me. We all want to be loved for our bodies, but not at the expense of our minds. Or is it the other way around? Never mind. Here's my answer:
Blogs and blogging were what I liked best about SOL, in all seriousness. It's like posting stories, but with much more control than posting real stories gives me. I can edit and delete on a whim, I can say anything I like without worrying about scores or not making a top twenty list - I've often thought Lazeez should have a "Hot Blog" list, but then I suppose some uber-popular author would be hot with a blog entry about "Chapter 73 delayed due to a sinus infection" and that would be silly. That's why I'm not in charge. Some people think I give SOL blogs a bad name, but I liked to think of it as giving other authors a good name.
Anyway, I lived for my blog. I ranted and wrote short fiction just for my blog and I still remember giggling happily when Lazeez sent me a message asking, "Why are you posting stories in your blog?" ...Because it was fun for me and good for the site. One of those weird Win-Win propositions. However, all good things must come to an end and it only takes one black hole to suck the life out of a room. It just stopped being fun and until it becomes fun again, well...I'm not really eager to put my clown suit back on, pick up the chainsaws, and start juggling metaphors in one of the big top's smaller rings.
So, I'm sorry if it disappoints you, but take comfort in knowing that you have an opposite out there who is quite thrilled with the news...and vice versa! :) No matter what I do, someone is always happy and someone is always sad. Weird the way that works.
rache
ps - old blogs? heh! Nobody's that desperate, are they? My ego appreciates it though.