His fur was black, black as the dying day.  I watched him from my small perch next to the window.  He panted heavily, looking out with big brown eyes on a world that had chosen to betray him.

"Sebastian," I called.  He lazily turned his head to look at me, for just a moment his eyes shown green in the sunlight like and over-exposed picture.  He was weak from the surgery we thought would save his life.  Cancer, they said, the vet assuring us it would lead to his inability to walk.  He had lost motor function already, his back end drooping sadly as he walked.  But he was no mere dog, he was my son, my life, my everything.  I would walk through the door at the end of the day, and there he would be, small stub of a tail wagging hurriedly behind him.  No, he was no mere dog but so very much more than that.  

If you hit my link on Blogspot (in my profile) you can see that I am an intermittent blogger at best, but firing up a blog on here to keep track of (and share) my goals, achievements, stumbles, and hurdles in the WVU courses.

So far, besides trying to find my way around campus, I have run into only one hurdle - being able to get "Mugging the Muse", which is required for one of my courses.  The only working link requires PayPal and, while I do have an account, the book is free, but PayPal requires more han $0 as a price. lol

I may end up dropping that course until the link gets fixed for the book.

Hello Writer's Villagers! My name is Kayla and I'm an alcoholic. Wait, wait. That's not entirely true. Actually, that's the absolute untruth. However, if I were to confess to an addiction, then that addiction would be writing.

The problem with said habit? I suffer from a myriad of what I jokingly refer to as writer's ailments.

Hi! 

Nothing like being totally lost at WVU prior to 6:00 a.m. on a Wednesday morning.  I am just beginning B101 Orientation today.  I took an F2K course when I got my first computer about 22 years ago and loved it. Now that I am retired from daily employment, I am back as I  still can't shake that urge to write.  

Hellooooo everyone. Some of you know me from the F2K course so hello to you and hello to the people I haven't yet met but soon will. I've always wanted to join WVU so I could better myself as a writer but just kept pushing it aside for one reason or another. Now, thanks to my lovely sister, here I am :) When (not if)I publish my first novel it'll be thanks to her for bringing me here :)

  I started writing at around 14. Just short stories etc. It filled the time more than anything else but my mind was constantly coming up with ideas and I had to get em down. That was back when I wrote everything by hand. I occasionally used the computer but sometimes that wasn't possible.

Ah, writers!  Bloggers, story crafters, egomaniacs extraordinaire, whatever you want to call us, we’re a dime a dozen and I suspect there is an untold number with a story very similar to mine.  But, for those who are curious about the particular journey which led me to this point, here is a quick synopsis…

I'm getting totally ready to throw my monitor out the front window.  Every time I log into my email it throws me back out asking me for my password and when I give it  it just makes some noise and sends be right back to the beginning.  It's weird...one of my yahoo. accounts works fine but the one I'm using for Writer's Village University is messing up... Guess I will just say good night to all my planned work and play with the stupid machine tomorrow... at least that way the machine has a chance of escaping the wrath of hell and death and all that other goood junk...

Life is what you make of it and I have decided that despite the fact that I am pretty much homebound and on disability, I am going to have a life.   I love to write and that doesn't take a car to get somewhere or medicine to keep me from having a panic attack.   All it takes is for me to sit my butt down and write.

I have to admit, it's taking some getting used to using the computer as my main means of recording my thoughts but the more I'm using it, the easier it becomes.  

THE BEGINNING OF A NEW DAW