Finally, I can post.

Oh my word I was at the point of freaking out.

I’m addicted to blogging and I waited ONE AND A HALF hours for the new post window to open up. *sniff sniff.*

I never felt so alone.

Anyway, pulling myself together now. All is well.

What I really wanted to blog about today is one of those guidelines I mentioned yesterday. I want a healthier lifestyle.

This implies eating better and including more exercise.

And as if it was my destiny, Kelly posted about her goal on her blog.

Fate, I tell you.

She wants to be active for one hour a day, every day for the next five months. And she wants to make it a group activity. So any blogger and/or follower can join in and spend some time being active (and building that hot bod.)

There are no rules on how you do the activities. You can do what you want, when you want as long as your activities add up to sixty minutes of mild to serious (my addition) sweat.

I’m in as of Saturday. I know I know, it sounds like I’m procrastinating. But I think I add more value by lying comfortably in my mom’s air conditioned room than stroked out in hospital. We’re having a heat wave this week. But maybe I’ll make up my active time by swimming… Hmm… there’s an idea.

Oh. I forgot to mention that there will be prizes. GO CHECK OUT KELLY’S BLOG!

So what about you? Are you in?


Yes, I know it’s a little late, but it feels a little wrong to be in the month of January without thinking about where I’d like to be by my birthday. I conveniently (or not so conveniently) have my birthday on 28 December, so if my goals aren’t done by then…

On the other hand, I think I have made it clear hundreds of times that I don’t really like goals… BUT, changing the wording in life (as in writing) can make all the difference. So these are my New Years GUIDELINES in absolutely no order…

I want to finish my first rewrite of Doorways by the end of April or the middle of May.

I want to do this while working.

I want to be back to fluency in French.

I want to revise and study Mandarin.

I want to speak Italian at at least a moderate level by next January.

I want to have written at least half of Guardian by December, but this is of lower Priority, since…

I want to start querying Doorways by next year.

I want to get back to stabbing people for fun. (For those of you that don’t know. I’m not completely psycho. I fence.)

I want to be back on my healthy lifestyle by the beginning of February.

I want to stay on that lifestyle indefinitely. Or at least until December. ;-P

I want to finish my degree and get completely out of the previous phase of my life, since this year will pretty much be spent in limbo.

I want to make a stronger commitment to God.

I might or might not want to read the complete works of Shakespeare…

I would really really like to have about 1000 followers by December.

So… as you can see… lots and lots and lots… Think I can do it? What will you like to have a achieved by December?

Show me yours…

Oops. The whole day yesterday, I got the feeling I forgot something, but didn’t know what. Only when I asked my mom what date it was today did I realize that I am taking part in a blog fest.

For those of you that don’t know, the Show-Me-Yours blog fest requires people to post 500 words from their NaNo WiP. Click here to get to a list of other participants.

As some of you know, I cheated a little last year and decided to add to my Doorways word count rather than creating another story that might take years to finish.

So, I’m hoping that some of you are curious about my WiP and that this piece will make you even more so. 😉

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I chose this part because of the fact that it features four of my main characters and mentions the fifth one. Unfortunately, the piece is a bit too long, so I have to give you some background first, crash course style.

James has a rebellious streak and really does not like the fact that he has to submit himself to a mentorship. So he convinces his friend Ward to steal two keys for a night of fun. They slip into the corridor and decide to go to this little country that seems to belong to no-one. Once there, they go to James’s favorite inn, where he has befriended the innkeeper’s wife.

In the mean time, Darrion and Gawain desperately need to get into Caranth’s dungeon. But first, they need to get into Caranth itself without arousing suspicion…

“Ah! I see my little key-keeper brought a friend tonight,” the inn-keeper’s wife boomed above the din of the filled tavern. “Is he your guard?”

Ward snapped his eyes back to James and stared daggers at him, but James just ignored it and shook his head.

“No, just a friend that really needs a drink.” The woman’s laughter boomed through the inn.
“Then you two need some of our finest Ale. Free of charge.” She grinned and went to fill her order. James turned back to Ward, recognising by the look in his eyes that tonight was going to be a trial again.
“You showed her the keys?” James sighed. Yep. One hell of a trial. When Ward was like this, he wondered why he even bothered. He sighed and shook his head.
“I didn’t know that you think that I’m an idiot.”
“I don’t. But if people know about the keys…”
“So what?”
“Don’t you listen to what Phipps says?” James shot Ward his best blank stare.
“I might have had a headache.” Ward shook his head with an air of exhaustion.
“Right. Headache. So the fact that wars have been fought for a possession of those keys doesn’t ring a bell?”
“Look. No one is going to kill us for keys to a tavern and a boring little town with snobs in it.”

One of the guys at the next table turned to them. His dancing green eyes gave James the impression that they were about to make a new friend.

“I agree with your friend,” he said as he leaned back to put him into a better position to hear. “Keys are really dangerous if you don’t recognize their importance.”

That was all Ward needed to get up. “Thank you.” He turned to James. “Let’s just go.”
“What for?” The jovial guy smiled and James realized with a shock that they were about the same age. “Join us for a drink. You cannot leave with parched throats. You know what they say…”
“Trust no one?” James stared at his rude friend, but the friendly stranger burst out laughing.
“So wise. But we pose no risk. How are we to know their value?” 

James got up and joined the stranger and his silent friend. Ward refused to budge.
“To see where they would take you,” he challenged.
“They could take us straight to hell, for all we knew,” the silent one spoke up, his attention fixed on the glass of whiskey turning slowly between his fingers. “No. We’d rather remain exactly where we are.”
“And enjoy the company of our new friends,” the green-eyed one finished and smiled a reassurance to Ward. He obviously saw something that Ward didn’t: that they weren’t going anywhere. “What is your name?”
“Ward.” The green-eyed one’s mouth dropped open and looked at James. “Then you must be James.”

I could go on… But then, I spoil an interesting part of the book… so… 

Sorry… *laughs diabolically*.