9/17/09: Edited This One’s for You, Bud, adding a little bit to the invisible girl’s clothing and hopefully setting up the second installment of the story.

9/15/09: Added a vignette, Immaterial Girl. I couldn’t come up with a real title, probably because there’s no real story behind it. Then again, there was no story behind Floating Wig when I first visualized the wig floating behind an office desk, so who knows? Maybe there’s a story in there somewhere…

Also, I recall a version of This One’s for You, Bud with a bit more to it. The invisible girl was wearing just a little bit more, and there was some action at the end of the story that hinted at what was to come, or would be if I ever get around to writing a sequel.

9/9/09: I finally separated Do Not Fondle the Merchandise into pages for easier reading. At some point I might get around to finishing it…

9/6/09: I just made a couple of previously private posts public: This One’s for You, Bud and Flashfic: Marla at Home.

9/5/09: I’ve been steadily copying over stories, story ideas, and conversations from my two Yahoo groups (Misterdoe’s Gallery and John Doe’s Writings). Newly posted: reposted story ideas from the Yahoo groups, Scene in Passing, Conversation: What Got You Into This (a conversation on how members became interested in invisible women). And I separated Floating Wig into pages to make it easier to read. NOTE: newly reposted stories and other items won’t necessarily show up at the top of the archives list because I’m reposting them under the date they were first posted in Yahoo or on the Geocities site.

8/31/09: I just published the first three chapters of my Plane Crash story, featuring Paulette and Havik’a in Subreality. Paulette is my own original character — my muse, really. Havik’a is another writer’s character I was given free rein to use in my writing, while Subreality is a shared story universe that’s kind of in limbo at the moment due to the untimely death of the webmistress of Subreality.com. When I get another opportunity I’ll post some links to shed some light on Subreality and on Vik’s background.

8/30/09: I just published a bunch of posts that had previously been private. I really should have kept track of the links or something, but I know for a fact that they included Watergun, An Ordinary Bus Ride, Paul Ingerson’s story To Stalk Unseen, Meeting Stacey Dash (written by Paulette Agee ), the first three chapters of Rashida’s Story, plus some others. I should have the rest of the drafts and private posts up within the week.

8/22/09: I finally fixed and updated the links for my story Incident Report, originally written for an invisible-tickler story site called Tickle Monster Zone. I’m pretty sure that’s the last of the stories I’ve written for other people’s sites that hadn’t yet been posted to my own blogs — that particular story never made it to either of my old Bravespages or Blogspot blogs.

8/18/09: I just finished and posted a new vignette based on the Eos Chronicles story universe. My new vignette is called Meanwhile, Out on the Roads…. I was supposed to write a third scene but couldn’t come up with one — until the vignette had been posted, that is. So there will be a new section added to it in the next couple of days (8/17 or 8/18).

8/15/09: I’m still working on all aspects of this blog — making private posts public, posting drafts, getting rid of Blogger artifacts, updating links, and occasionally posting some new stuff.

8/9/09: I’ve been going through a lot of old posts:

• Deleting links to old categories from the Blogger site;
• Posting old draft posts transferred from the Blogger post, categorized here as “intro.” One day I’ll finish them

At some point in the future I’ll repaginate the longer stories as well, so that they won’t be such long reads. But that can be a lot of work, and I want and need to finish one project before I start another. I’m working on customizing the blog’s theme as well (Cutline), which I chose because it’s supposed to be easily customizable.

7/17/09: Posted a new story, Floating Wig.

4/16/09: After some repeated hints from a fellow writer I’ve posted the long-missing Do Not Fondle the Merchandise story. I had taken it down for a rewrite but got stalled early in the process. I’m not that happy with it (and it’s still not finished) but others wanted to see it again, so here it is, for now.

12/23/08: I’ve started copying story links from my old Geocities site. I used to surf for stories all the time, and post the URLs for interesting stuff that I found. I don’t do it as often anymore, but I’m finding that many of those old links are still active. Soon I’m gonna check with the authors for their permission to post the stories here, in case the original sites go down…

8/1/08: I finally added a new page to chapter 3 of Plane Crash.

This relates to when this blog was posted at Blogspot. I decided to leave it here as a lesson for Blogger users showing what can happen over on Blogger. And a partial explanation of why this blog is now at MISTERDOE.COM instead.

Blogger’s automated spam blockers made a mistake and decided that this blog was a spam blog, and blocked my access to it for most of the day (8/1/08). I had expected to be unable to get back into it for most of the weekend, so I’m glad that at least the human checkers (the only ones they should be using, in my opinion) was quick about checking out the blog for him- or herself and correcting the needless error. But this only gives me more inspiration to get going with my plans to get my content hosted on my own space.

I may host these blogs offsite, or I may just start fresh somewhere else, but I definitely need to get my stuff away from where some mindless software program can block my access to content that isn’t doing any harm to anyone.

Someone made a comment, when I told them by email about this problem, that this is just what’s wrong with companies that grow to “evil-empire size.” He has a good point. I’d really like to talk or at least email someone to find out just what it was about this blog that the bots decided was spamlike, so I won’t have that problem again. But, of course, trying to find the person who checked out my blog would be like searching for a needle in a haystack and actually expecting to find it, let alone someone who could actually explain how the software goes about detecting a suspected spamblog.

For the most part I haven’t really had a problem with Google, but this unnerves me a bit. I was actually planning to start a business using Blogger blogs, as I’ve seen promoted all over the web, but if this is what I’d have to look forward to, then it definitely won’t be hosted on Blogspot, if I go the Blogger route at all. I already have bots telling me that my emails are blocked more often than I like, but I can’t have them getting in the way of making money…

3/21/08: Finished repaginating chapters 2 and 3 of Plane Crash to make them easier to read (shorter pages). Fixed all links to the story.

3/20/08: Posted part of chapter 3 and started repaginating Place Crash chapters 2 and 3 to make them easier to follow; took the whole story offline until the adjustments are finished.

11/26/07: Repaginated chapter one of Plane Crash. Chapter 2 repagination coming soon…

9/20/07: Reposted my last few DeviantArt posts.

6/5/07: Posted a brand new story snippet, Snippet: Middle of Nowhere. Actually I may wind up not adding much more to this one.

5/22/07: Finished posting category indexes of the stories. Actually, having both category listing AND labels is probably overkill, but at least that makes it that much easier for visitors to find the stories they’re looking for…

5/21/07: Just added an account of a dream, Invisible Woman at Work, that I first posted at DeviantArt almost two months ago.

5/18/07: I’ve finally started adding labels, at the suggestion of a fellow writer and manipper. I had started writing index pages for the various story themes, and realized that labels would just work better, even if they do require editing every single story to add the appropriate labels. The labels are still a work-in-progress, however.

5/17/07: Posted a new story idea, Snatched During a Test Drive, that might wind up being used as part of another story already in the works.

4/17/07: Posted some story ideas that for some reason were posted only as drafts; explained some terms that new readers might not quite understand; and posted a link to a FAQ on Paul Cwick’s Invisible Woman Story Archive.

4/14/07: Repaginated Watergun and added a bit to the Fembot Walk snippet, which is now posted but not quite finished yet. Also, I’ve finally started posting some invisible girl pictures here. The invisible girl photos that were posted on the old Blogspot blog will now (well, eventually…) go into their own blog.

4/12/07: Repaginated An Ordinary Bus Ride, so it wouldn’t be such a long read in one shot. Eventually I’ll be doing this with all my posted stories, as well as posting new ones in the future so that no single story requires scrolling down more than twice.

3/21/07: Repaginated Full Service.

1/27/07: Added a repost of Full Service, a story I first posted to my John Doe’s Writings Yahoo Group back in 2001.

12/29/06: Here’s a video that’s similar in approach to what I had in mind when I wrote An Ordinary Bus Ride, an only slightly embellished transcript to a vividly remembered (day)dream: http://www.dailymotion.com/visited/search/invisible/video/x2sg3_cartonhommeinvisible
Of course, he disappears from the bottom up, where the trapped-between-dimensions woman, if that’s what she was, would have disappeared into the box from the top down. But, hopefully, you get the general idea.

12/12/06: Sometime ago Chaz Hill posted a vignette in response to someone asking if any of the writers had ever had a male character become invisible along with the requisite invisible woman. I’ve reposted it here.

I’ve also added a correctly edited version of the conversation mentioned earlier about the presence of “real” invisible women in the groups, or whether any group members know any other “real” invisible women.

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“Oh, hi, Vik,” Paulette said. “I wondered where you had gone off to after you led me here.”

“Well, as soon as you stepped inside, my old friend Mary here caught my attention, and we got to talking…”

“…and you know how that goes, when two old friends get to talking,” said a cheerful voice from the baseball uniform. “I’m… well, they call me Mary Prankster. Vik and I go way back, and I’m also one of the other Paulette’s partners here in the Unseen Scene. And I’m responsible for some of the *ahem* animation you see around here. Let me demonstrate.” The uniform and the pink outfit turned toward one another and their gloves grasped one another, left-right and left-right. The two pairs of gloves floated free of their respective outfits until they were at least two feet higher than they had been when they first grasped, and then each grasping pair drifted back to the owner of the left glove. As each left glove came to rest at the end of its original sleeve, it placed its mismatched opposite at the end of the outfit’s right sleeve, so that both outfits wound up with a mismatched pink-and-white pair.

Mary’s voice continued, “Vik and I were actually right here when Bryan asked about getting a waitress’s attention, so I sent a pair of gloves in here to take your order, which should be ready any minute now. Then we filled up these clothes, and here we are.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Paulette said, a bit of awe in her voice. “I wouldn’t mind being able to do something like that.” Then, turning to Paulette2, she continued, “And I knew you had to have some help getting this place up and running so well in such a short time.”

“Well, hon,” Paulette2 said, “that’s another one of those strange things about this place. Time doesn’t work here like it does at home. I’ve actually been here a lot longer than however much time has passed Out There.”

“Huh?” Bryan interjected. “You mean I haven’t actually been here for two days?”

“Well, you’ve been here for two days, Subreal time. That could translate to two days Out There, or it could be five seconds — it’s totally up to you to decide, when you go Back.”

Bryan turned to Paulette2. “Could you stop doing that?”

“Doing what?” Paulette2 replied, with some puzzlement.

Wiggling his fingers to make air quotes, Bryan said, “Speaking in capital letters. You’ve already said ‘muses,’ ‘writers,’ ’subrealizens,’ ’subreal,’ and ‘out there’ like they were titles or something.”

With air quotes of her own, Paulette chimed in. “Well, aren’t you ‘doing’ the ’same’ ‘thing’?”

“Not at all,” Bryan said. “I’m just trying to find out–”

“Well,” Paulette2 interjected, “you won’t learn anything by arguing with me — um, I mean, with her. Anyway, the Capital Letters” — she couldn’t help smirking — “mean that I’m talking specifically about what those words mean here.”

After a pause to let her words sink in, she continued. “I mean a writer is just somebody who puts pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, and writes something. But a Writer” — another pause — “is specifically someone who writes creatively, who writes superhero fanfiction or something related for Subreality. They actually have powers here… kind of. Muses are even more specific, because anyone can be someone else’s muse to inspire them to creativity, but Subreal Muses inspire Subreal Writers.”

Bryan replied, “So you mean, for instace, that Sharon Stone’s character in that movie, The Muse, doesn’t count?”

Before Paulette2 could answer, a voice replied, “Excuse me?” Everyone turned towards the source of the voice when there was a sudden flash of light. There stood Sharon Stone, or her exact double, wearing a gold silk blouse and tight jeans.

Once the woman had everyone’s attention, she spoke. “Ahem — one two three, four five, six seven eight nine — oh yeah, and ten. Thank you very much.” And with that she promptly disappeared in another flash of light, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

“OK, that wasn’t exactly what I meant, but I guess it answers the question,” Bryan deadpanned.

After a couple more moments baskets of fresh baked biscuits floated up to the table, followed by water pitchers, glasses, silverware, and various condiments. A set of silverware set itself by each of the diners, while condiments and additional baskets of bread placed themselves at various spots around the table.

Bryan took an appreciative whiff. “Mmm, those biscuits smell good,” he said, and immediately a biscuit floated up out of the basket and deposited itself on his plate, followed by two pats of butter.

“Uh, thank you?” Bryan said, unsure of which of his invisible hostesses were responsible for the service.

“Thank who?” said Mary Prankster. “Think about where you are, Bryan. Here, at least in this restaurant, no one really has to do anything for something to happen.”

“Hmm… so if I wanted my roll buttered –” Before Bryan could continue, a pat of butter unwrapped itself as the knife floated over and cut the biscuit open. The pat of butter floated over and smeared itself on the steaming biscuit, after which the knife spread the melting butter over both halves of the biscuit.

Smiling, Bryan said, “Now that’s what I call service!”

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It took Paulette a moment, after doing a double take, to deal with the rush of thoughts that came at her with the sight of this obvious impostor. Who was this woman pretending to be her, and why didn’t Bryan know she was an impostor? Or had he come to Subreality, to “take a break” as he put it, to find (or make) himself another Paulette?! She had to know.

Approaching their table, she pointed an accusing finger at the other woman and demanded, “Bryan, who is this? And what are you doing here with her instead of with me?”

“Oh, hi, Paulette,” Bryan replied casually, as if this sort of thing happened every day. He didn’t get to say anything else.

“Never mind ‘hi Paulette,’ who is this woman?!”

“Who do I look like, Paulette?” she replied with a smile.

Paulette let out an exasperated sigh. “Well, obviously, you look like me, but you can’t be me, because… well, because I’m me, and I’m over here.”

The seated woman chuckled. “Well, I can’t really argue with that logic. I mean, you’re definitely you, and yeah, you’re over there, but… well, do you remember anything special about the first time you came to Subreality? Anything unusual, maybe?”

“Don’t try to change the subject–!”

“Paulette,” the woman cut in calmly, “I’m not changing the subject, I’m answering your question. What do you remember about that first trip here to Subreality?”

Paulette took a few deep breaths to calm herself down before continuing. “You must mean the arguing James Bonds.” At the same time she wondered how this woman knew that Paulette had happened upon a street-corner argument among men who looked just like Sean Connery, Roger Moore, George Lazenby, Timothy Dalton, and Pierce Brosnan, all the actors who had played James Bond in the movies up until that time.

“Exactly. Do you remember who they actually turned out to be?”

“Well… the folks at the Subreality Café said that they weren’t the actors who played James Bond, they all were James Bond, only different ones.” Paulette paused a moment, then added, “And now that you’ve reminded me, that kind of explains something I saw on the way here. There were two guys arguing that looked like Daniel Craig and David Niven, the leads from the two Casino Royale movies. Probably the same argument, too.”

“Mm-hmm,” the seated woman said. “Now hold onto that idea but fast forward to here and now.”

Paulette looked off into the distance for a bit, frowning, then turned back to the other woman. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re supposed to be me?”

“I’m not trying to tell you that I’m supposed to be anyone,” the other woman gently corrected. “You and I are both Paulette.” After a pause, she continued. “Do you remember the end of your first visit, when you were just about to leave? What was on your mind?”

“I remember wishing that I could stay here permanently, or at least not have to go back right away. Then this weird woozy feeling came over me, and then I was back home. I felt woozy when I first got here, so I thought it was it was just part of the transfer.”

Picking up where Paulette stopped, the other woman said, “And when the woozy feeling passed, I wondered why I was still here instead of home. When I asked around, people told me that that apparently I wanted to stay here badly enough to make it happen. But they said that in all likelihood I was also back at home, with no idea that… well, that I was still here at the same time. Were they right?”

“I had no clue,” Paulette said, shaking her head. Then, turning to Bryan, she said, “Did you know? Was this what you had in mind when you said you needed a break?”

He held his hands up in a gesture of surrender before replying. “This was all new to me, too. I had no idea I’d find another Paulette here. All I knew was that when I saw a restaurant called The Unseen Scene, I just had to check it out. I had no idea that you— well, that she” — indicating the woman seated next to him — “was the owner.”

“How did you go about setting this place up, anyway?” Paulette asked her. “I mean, I don’t know a thing about running a restaurant. Or any kind of business, for that matter.”

The woman smiled as she replied, “I just decided I wanted to open my own place, and the knowledge I needed just kind of came to me.”

Paulette looked at Bryan, who just shook his head and shrugged, looking as puzzled as she did. Looking back at the other Paulette, she said, “I don’t understand. How could the knowledge just ‘come to you’?”

“That’s one of the great things about this place. Subreality, I mean. Here, Muses and even Writers have a kind of power that most Subrealizens don’t have available to them. Once I realized that I didn’t have to figure out how to get home, because somehow I was already there, I was free to do what I wanted here. It’s not even like I had to figure out what you would do in my place, because I am you. So, with apparently all the free time in the world, I spent some time at the Subreality Café, but it kind of freaked me out that I couldn’t control my invisibility there. No matter what I tried to do, I stayed visible. I didn’t like being stuck visible; after all, I’m supposed to be Bryan’s invisible muse. I came to realize that it was only in the café that I was stuck, so I picked out a spot and put up my own place, and here it is.”

“Well, OK,” Paulette said, thinking over Paulette2’s words, “but what made you decide to open a restaurant, instead of something else?”

“I just wanted someplace of my own, where I could be invisible or not at my choice, that’s all. Listen, we’ve been talking for awhile, and I’m hungry. Are you two ready to eat?”

“I’m starved,” Bryan replied. “How do we get a waitress’s attention?”

“Already done,” Paulette2 said, motioning towards the potted trees, where a pair of gloves hovered towards their table, about waist high, holding a pen in one hand and an order pad in the other.

As all three ordered, Paulette couldn’t take her eyes off the hovering gloves, writing each order as it was given. After everyone had ordered, the gloves floated away. Paulette then turned to Paulette2 and said, “I notice that our… order-taker never said a word. Was there someone actually wearing those gloves?”

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