Submitted by Abigail Drew on Thu, 2011/09/22 - 6:09pm
Abigail Drew's Writer's Journal
The following blog entries are all related to Abigail Drew's efforts at sharing the stories of the characters who come to her for release to the world. Also any other writing efforts, in the case of the few milieu driven stories she may write. Further included is a file on Abigail's personal diary.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Fri, 2012/09/07 - 5:20am
So it's been a while since I last blogged. Again. Nothing's really changed for the most part recently, even if life ain't the best, when it's all much the same, not much point in repeating myself, is there? Anyhoo. So what's up?
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Mon, 2012/07/16 - 5:17pm
Well. I suddenly find myself with tons of time on my hands. Part of me wants to be a total ass and try to go after them for harrassment, but... well, that part of me never really has been all that powerful. And honestly... They're being a lot nicer about it than they could be. A whole heckuva lot nicer than the last job to fire me.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Sat, 2012/06/30 - 5:19pm
So I've been looking into the possibility of going back to school, and the interest was in Cosmetology. After some research, I concluded it was going to be either Toledo Academy of Beauty Culture, or Regency Beauty Institute - Toledo. My instincts told me I was going to be going to Regency, but I wanted to avoid any pre-bias before even giving TABC a chance, so I visited them first. Ghettoist Beauty School ever! So that was a... maybe, but prolly not.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Sun, 2012/06/10 - 9:20am
OK, so, I've been "out" for a while. Just about everyone knows about me, lots of people who passed me with only a casual glance were already seeing a girl... So it was time to take the next step and drop the male facade completely.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Fri, 2012/04/27 - 3:23pm
Okay, admission time, I've fiddled with my herbal concoction a bit since the last time I talked about it. I'm no longer taking any kind of phyto-estrogen at all. I've balanced and counterbalanced a purely anti-androgen formula and that's all I'm taking right now. Getting hold of strong enough doses of isoflavones was costing waaaay too much.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Thu, 2012/04/05 - 3:25pm
The fridge at work has been smelling awful for a long time, when I went in today, it was so bad that the entire shop literally stank and you couldn't tell the stench in the fridge anymore for the odor permeating the entire place. Towards the end of the day, 'Thal decided to once again clean the fridge. This time, he took it in his head to actually take the shelves out and REALLY clean it - that's when we found it. The reason for the stench. The odorous villain. The... Black Mold.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Wed, 2012/03/28 - 6:37pm
I know, it's been a while since I blogged last... Honestly, my life's gotten pretty boring of late. It's the same story day after day, I go to work, eat, play some games, read some stuff on BCTS, occasionally try to write my stories that I'm really horrible about updating... And I'm getting absolutely no where with my transition goals. I'm not getting any closer to being able to afford health insurance (that covers transition), and my family and close associates still insist this is just some "phase" at best. At worst, they're like my mom and are refusing to believe it's happening at all.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Tue, 2012/03/06 - 1:41pm
So yesterday a telemarketer called my cell phone -again-. I really wish I could figure out a way to get that to stop... Anyhoo... I answered it with "Hello", and they asked if they could speak to my male name as though there was no way on earth he was already speaking to them. I said speaking. And they were seriously shocked. They asked, in a disbelieving tone: Are you really Andrew? As though there was absolutely no way on earth I could possibly be Andrew.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Mon, 2012/02/13 - 5:09pm
The following recipe was developed over the course of several months, using my local Singles group as guinea pigs at our various potlucks. It always disappears quickly every time I make it. Goes great with a scoop of Cookies and Cream ice cream.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Mon, 2012/02/13 - 4:50pm
The Chronicles of Atlantia: The Cop, the Villain, and the Wet Work: Episode 03 by Abigail Drew inspired by Erin Halfelven’s Girlery
March 30, 2011; 2:30 PM:
“Thom...” the Chief began, his face solemn, “Sorry... Officer O’Meara. Your previous partner didn’t make it. Nor her new partner. Both died from inhaling too much of the nerve poison. They died while in the ambulance.” The chief of police betrayed absolutely no emotion, his entire body a rigid mask.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Fri, 2012/02/10 - 4:26pm
The following recipe makes a great balanced meal for on the go. I make the paste in large quantity and freeze most of it, getting out a weeks allotment at a time. The reason for using dry beans and soaking, cooking and then softening them for so long is, first, best results for pasting, second, elimination of the stereotypical gaseous components of the beans.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Thu, 2012/02/09 - 10:03pm
The Chronicles of Atlantia: The Cop, the Villain, and the Wet Work: Episode 02 by Abigail Drew inspired by Erin Halfelven’s Girlery
March 30, 2011; 3:00 AM:
“It looks like they’re starting to come to.” came a disembodied voice, as my groggy mind started to clear. I opened my eyes, and tried reaching for my service weapon, only it wasn’t there, and a searing pain shot through my head, sharpest at the two points at the ends of my optic nerves. I fell back... into a bed?
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Fri, 2012/02/03 - 2:23pm
The Chronicles of Atlantia: The Cop, the Villain, and the Wet Work: Episode 01 by Abigail Drew inspired by Erin Halfelven’s Girlery
March 29, 2011; 5:45 PM:
“Ten-ninety at Citizens on West Main, ten-forty. Ten-ninety at Citizens on West Main, ten-forty. Ten-ninety at Citizens on West Main, ten-forty.” started blaring over the police radio just as Bill and I turned onto West Main from South Ninth West. We had been on regular patrol for the downtown area since early morning and all had been quiet until now. A “ten-ninety” is police code for a bank alarm, a “ten-forty” means respond quickly. Citizens Bank was the most major bank in town, seated at the corner opposite the courthouse at First and Main.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Tue, 2011/12/06 - 7:18pm
This entry is inspired by LittleKatie's entry Monstrosity.
What I'm going to do here is take us all on a short photographical journey down memory lane, presenting - though old photographs - the path of destruction I'd been on before finally facing myself. I'm going to start in High School, since that's really where things started to escalate.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Thu, 2011/12/01 - 8:13pm
"That girl was hot!" whispered the lad to his friend as they walked past me. It was just shortly before three, and the busload of high schoolers who live at the apartment complex had just been dropped off.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Sun, 2011/11/20 - 2:21am
This is a very emotionally and spiritually charged piece. As such, there will be references that those outside Mormonism and Christianity in general will not get. In this entry, I will attempt to explain some of these references.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Sat, 2011/11/12 - 9:23am
Sorry, you all should know by now that I can never resist a good bit of linguistic fun. I consider the Japanese phrase that roughly equals the English "Long time no see" much more linguistically pleasing. But I'm strange.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Fri, 2011/10/28 - 7:02pm
One of the best quotes I've been able to find is from SuperMed One / Medical Mutual of Ohio. The question, friends, is, are they known to be kind towards us? Antagonistic towards us? Or don't really care as long as we pay our premiums on time and handle our copays and coinsurances?
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Fri, 2011/10/21 - 7:33pm
Work yesterday sucked. Rained all day, cleaned off a back patio of a recently vacated townhouse that they are getting ready to start showing first thing, then just blew wet leaves about all day with the blower. Wasn't the most efficient use of time, but it was the most efficient I could do with the rain, and the leaves just had to be blown away from the walkways, rain or not. Nothing terribly interesting happened, though I have mostly written a psalm in my head that I just need to mesh out in writing, which I intend to do tomorrow.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Tue, 2011/10/18 - 3:24am
I think some small part of me is still resisting the changes I'm beginning to make. I think I'm, in some small corner of my mind, still afraid. Afraid of what I don't know about being female. Afraid of how people who don't or can't understand will treat me. Afraid of change. Someone replied to Heather's entry about losing her pet that it's a bit of a "system shock", after 16 years, suddenly losing a dear friend and companion, her dog. I kind of think that's what's happening to me now.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Sat, 2011/10/15 - 2:15pm
Had dinner with just my mom and I last night at a Japanese restaurant in town.
The restaurant was excellent. It was my first time there, though my younger brother had been there and told me it was very authentic.
What he hadn't told me was that it was also very traditional! The cooks even come to your table and do the whole show thing if you order Habachi! We didn't, but we observed this taking place with customers who did.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Thu, 2011/10/13 - 6:19pm
Even when I was trying to be one, I never really did understand the "other guys". Is it really so important that yours is bigger, or better, or stronger, or whatever? I'm competitive, sure, but mostly against myself. I don't really care if I keep losing to a more skilled FPS player - if I can manage to snipe him even 1 more time than before, I feel good about it. If I can manage to stay alive even 1 second longer than last round, that's great success. If I fail, I laugh it off.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Tue, 2011/10/11 - 6:43pm
I am not imagining things. To be honest, I was slightly concerned after my mothers stunt last night that perhaps I'm merely seeing what I want to see. That my own measuring is the measuring that's wrong. That she was correct in measuring my loose flab as waist - loosely.
But this morning at work, my boss was all like, "So now you've lost all that weight, when are you gunna start bulking up?" Several other comments, and then, the bombshell: "You're starting to get a bit of a girlish figure." Damn. That felt good. Scary too though.