Writers Wanted

[Carolyn Marie]

Hey, for you fiction writers out there, here is a great opportunity to get yourselves published. Good luck!!

http://www.lambdaliterary.org/writers/subs/11/28/call-for-submissions-transcendence-a-positive-trans-non-binary-and-genderqueer-fictionart-zine/

Carolyn Marie

[Guest Julie_Mason]

Hmmm... Well I dont have any topic in mind specifically, but people keep telling me I need to do some actual serious writing (though I consider the writing I do here on Laura's to be pretty serious), so maybe this will be my catalyst to stepping up to the plate. Maybe my TGism could actually be my writing muse and I could chronicle my "travels-through-transition" in some way or another... or maybe I'll just write another "Free Willy" sequel... what are they up to now, 9?... That's it!... "Free Willy 9: Whales in Space"

Thank you, Carolyn, for sharing this with us. Hopefully it will inspire some aspiring writers here on Laura's to greatness

Unable to write myself out of a wet paper bag,

-Julie M.<3

[Carolyn Marie]

If I can inspire some aspiring writers to perspire,then my job here is done, and I can retire.

HUGS

Carolyn Marie

[Guest]

Wow Carolyn, I may give that a shot. All I really have to do is write a fictional disclamer that the stories are NOT true. Giggle. Then I can share all the true stories of the dizzy blond! I'm not sure they would sell... LOL! You cannot retire, you are an institution, maybe file yourself as a corporation so you can take royalties. $$$ Hug. Jody

[Guest spunky monkey]

hello...

carolyn is a poet and doesnt know it...try this....??

it was a cold monday morning and i had just cleaned the rollers of a large rubber press, it was very close too knock off time and i was looking forward too having a couple days off,i was covered from head too toe in carbon black and a chemical we used too stop the rubber from sticking together called whiting which had a weird smell too it.

my supervisor walked up too me and told me too take a broom and clean up he told me i wasn't employed too stand around doing nothing...so thats what i did i started too clean the work area with the broom and after 15 minutes i was done, i put the broom too one side and walked ove too the drink fountain and got a cold drink and went back too pacing under the rubber mixers waiting for knock off time and thats when it happened.

I walked down the platform and as i turned too walk back i lost my balance and was thrown back into the death grip of a 150 tonne rubber press which wanted too eat me.

that was 22 years ago and i still remember vividly the feeling of immense pressure as the press basically turned my hand into a tube of tooth paste, my hand exploded from the pressure of the press and put me into a state of shock but i needed too turn the machine off and i was alone and the main safety bar had been welded so it didn't work so i needed too reach up and pull on the safety wire above the machine, my brain was screaming make it stop..make it stop but what was probably seconds felt like full minutes.

i heard screaming...nigel is trapped in the press get an ambulance and before i knew it i was released from the press and my hand was put above my head and my supervisor was in my ear saying stay calm you don't want too see it.

the ambulance arrived took me too the hospital were they deliberated on what too do and the doctors said it was too complicated for there hospital so i was put on morphine,my hand was x rayed and i was reloaded into an ambulance and taken too north Bendigo were i was loaded in a helicopter headed too melbourne and a plastic surgery hospital.

i cant remember the next 4 days after i arrived but when i awoke i was in a single room surrounded by packs and packs of sandwiches and my hand had been sewn into my stomach...the doctor came in and told me i was lucky too have a hand still but it needed a second blood supply so they cleaned off all the crap and cut away what couldnt be saved and put the rest in my tummy.

i had lost my index finger,2 digits off my middle finger and a digit off my ring ringer and my little finger was the size of my thumb and black.

i wish this was fiction but its not...it happened on the 20th of september 1990.

[Guest]

Ouch! Way, way ouch! You're a good writer, my whole body hurts. Jody

[Guest JeepGirl90]

hmm I think I have some short stories on my hard drive at home but I have to look.

-Christina