Good morning, I guess not.

So this morning I woke up in the blistering heat that I’m not used to. Thinking that I heard the doorbell. Mind you I was really deep in sleep so I was groggy as can be and thought I was mistaken when I looked out the window and saw nobody at the door. Still went downstairs just to be certain.

After checking the door and seeing nobody, I went into our living room to see how my cat was doing. Before I could do anything though the doorbell rang ‘again’, so I went to open it. It was my neighbor asking me if I could get her cat out of the garden as it appeared to have a heatstroke and wasn’t able to get back to there garden. Off course I said I’d get the cat as that is what good neighbors do.

Behold my surprise, when I stepped into the garden to find my other neighbor there. Tossing our chairs aside in an effort to get under our garden table. It was quit a startle as I was up no more than 2 minutes at this moment and not awake at all. So I raise my voice and ask them “What the Fuck are you doing here?” 

Instead of apologizing about intruding or asking me for help to get the cat Like her mom at the door, she starts yelling at me. How I’m a fucking (fill in a nasty slur used for woman/ mental ill people/ and then some). How she had every right to go into my garden after I didn’t open the door in 10 seconds when she rang (confirming that I woke from the doorbell). And after I told her that she was trespassing on private property, She told me I was a (certain body part) that it had nothing to do with me and that I should shut my shit mouth and get the fuck out and if it troubled me I should call the cops. 

At this point my brain just went “What do you mean. This is my Garden, are you wanting me to do something? Nope not into this. It’s too early and too hot. Plus she isn’t worth the trouble.” So I told her to get her cat and went back inside. Locking the door behind me. Wasn’t planning to call the cops as I was too tired, but did decide to tell her mom that she was in our garden and that it is illegal to trespass like that. Plus that she told me to call the cops on her.

Her mom, my neighbor pulled a face called me some similar terms as her daughter called me, stepped into my hallway and slammed my door shut calling me a Piece of Shit and that I should not dare call the cops.

So I looked at the door, mumbling that I had planned to ask her to help her daughter to get the cat. After that I stepped into the living room, took the phone and called 112 to make a report about trespassing. The cop on the line told me I did right by not making it a physical altercation and I would get called back later for a complete statement.

I thought it was polite to after hanging up to go outside and inform them I had indeed called it in. At that moment the daughter (the one that had gone into my garden) started yelling at me calling me a big array of slurs. Those don’t hurt me as I know better of me. But she hurt me when she started to yell that if my cat ever got in there garden and was in need of medical help, she would jump on her back and refuse to open the door for me if I rang the door. Told her that my cat never even goes into our garden so it would be impossible for her to get in my neighbors. She told me she would not worry about kicking in our gate again. (so now I know how she got in, and I need a better gate door).

Went back inside when nothing but slurs and insults came out. After all this I called my mom and asked her to come home asap. Which she did. I was called by the local cops an hour or so later. Gave a full statement about what happened. The cop told me I did the right thing and that it was listed. If anything else happens I should call again. 

But all this drained me emotionally. So now I spend the whole day half sleepy half cranky. Instead of writing as I was planning. 

The voices in my head.

So the past few months I've been nearly driven crazy by the voices in my head. For all of you who are thinking 'crazy person', not those kind of voices. I'm talking about the voices of my stories. There are just too many of them and all of them are going at me at the same time that it is a bit hard to filter them all out. 
Just this morning I woke up to a fantastic tale of a young 'beggar' and an apprentice goddess. My fingers are itching to write it down. But all the static of all the other tales that are in my mind to be told keep interfering. I am fearing this story will get buried before I can take it all out on paper. 
I need a break from myself and get things sorted out in there. Poorly, I have neither the time or the resources to take that break. And to much static in my mind to figure out a way to get either one. 
I feel like Atreyu in the Swamp of Sadness. Except it's my self and not my horse that is being lost. 

Starting to get back to me.

Last night my suspicions that my art block might be finally be getting over have been confirmed. I was given a special mention in an art contest that had many lovely entries. :}

I personally loved how the crescent moon turned out so I was over the moon -or as I said to a friend 'So I'm happy as a beaver on Meth and as High as a kite with rockets.'-  that it was also appreciated by the judges. :D

This morning I was still very much up in the clouds that when I read a post in my suggest some words for me thread I could not resist to write a little story with them. 

The Words; 
Color; Aquamarine. I like all the 'a' sounds in it. Also, "aqua" and "marine" are both related to water. I like water. ^^" 
Animal; Hippopotamus. It is fun to say because of all the p's. 
Day of the Week; Sunday. Because it is.. sunny? 
Piece of Clothing; Knickerbockers, because it sounds hilarious. 
Emotion; Delight... it's a cute word, and reminds me of the way Hamish & Andy (radio hosts) say it. 
Word in general; Philosophical? Or monotonous? I suppose I like the repeat sounds in them. 

The story; 
Once one sunny Sunday afternoon in the Land of Aquamarine, a boy named Hippopotamus Graze ran down the embankment that was kept to keep the waters from the bay flowing into Town. Hippopotamus -or Tamus as he was mostly called- was the most flailing little boy one could ever lay there eyes upon. There was not a second to be seen to him he was not moving about or -as this moment- away from something. 
He tossed himself down in the grass in a movement so grandeur it was completely beyond what his form would make you believe he could. He knew his mother would complain about the stains on his Sunday's best jacket and knickerbockers. He was even more certain that she would give him a Speech of great Philosophical meaning, that by now she had said so many times she said it in quite a monotonous way he could recite it himself as was it a nursery rhyme. But lying here looking at the clouds Slowly moving in and out of Town was such true delight for him. When he did that the voices that always plagued him would subside and let him be there just being him. :}    

Now I can't help but wonder what other mischievousness dear Tamus might be up too. :D

Happy (Not) Ending of the World. Now go Back to Work.

As stated above, the end of 21-12-2012 is approaching. So unless something major happens in the next few hours, we can safely assume that those doomsday thinkers that interpreted the ending of the Maya calender as an indication to the destruction to life or even the world as a bit of the candle. 
Plus I had one conclusion today, as of today I have run in to every single one of the people that were in my class the year Frankie died. And I'm good. :}

Even though I'm a fantasy writer I have always failed to understand peoples obsession with the end. I prefer to focus on the here and now. Even if that means I have a whole lot to still finish. Still working on planning everything for my story's ... never knew so many stories existed over there. I will seriously have to sit down in the new year and draw all of the world maps, that way when I place people at a certain location it isn't miraculously placed on the other end of the continent. Plus clothes, weapons, technology, housing, places and culture will all have to be documented. So I fear I'll have a whole lot that needs to be done before I can really write scenes again. What won't be stopping me from writing random things down, even if there is like a 6000 year gap between the one story and an other. Guess that really is half the fun. :)

Also my snooping about on the MagicTales Forum is really helping me with getting some tips and tricks I never even thought about using but who are most likely great tools to get everything done. And if I don't like them or they don't really help nothings lost.

My dream for the next year is to have at least one short story finished of this world.
Now all I have to do is figure out which of the hundred of stories I'll do. :}

So between these stories and my life as a whole I'll have one heck of a job to do.

I made it and I failed

In the end I was able to claim a winner bar at Nano, but I had to rebel to make it.
As in total I've written nearly 100k of words in November but not even 25k of that was in my story. So making it has left me with mixed feelings and a drive to do better next year. :}
Poorly as I am still getting tired really fast my writing speed is still not up to par with what I expect of myself. I swear if I develop chronic fatigue because of this stomach flu I had I'll be really peeved.
This also had as a result that I was unable to finish my manuscript for Luitingh / Magictales manuscriptwedstrijd.
I will keep a track on the site to see how my fellow writers that did make it to the deadline are doing.
This does mean I will have more time to spend on making my story, my world and all the nutcases that sojourn over there, do as i say. :D
I know I'll finish this story and all the other ones in the world, for crying out loud I finally understand why there is a petrified ship on top of that mountain. How can I not write it down. :)

A year of nothings everything and a lot of planning.

It's been nearly a year since I've posted here last. Not that nothing happened, it's more that too much has happened what made me not find the time to type it all down. :}
So here I am trying to write nano again. I say trying as the moment I was planning to start writing on the first my subconscious decided that it didn't want to write the story I had planned. No it wanted to write something completely different. After battling it out for a whole week getting a whopper of a migraine to prove it, I finally gave in and asked my sub why the change in plan. It told me that where Markater's Elysium is a prologue to 7th crossing, Birth of the Chrystal Witch is the first real story in the world that explains the essence of all the powers. Realizing this made more sense, I shelved Markater's for later and started to plan out the Chrystal Witch. I had everything planned on the 12th what gave me more than enough time to finish, then I exploded... Or better said I was struck down with a massive case of the stomach flu. 
Now with only 6 days till the deadline of nano and 12 days till I want to have this story done I have a word count of 0. 
But I will prevail, I want that winner bar.
Wish me luck. :D

Did Nano again.

Apparently what I needed to get out of this rut I have bin in ever since March, was to just plant my ass in front of a laptop and hammer 50 000 of the nearly 700k of words that were all clogging up in my head. I feel almost light headed now even though I know I have only scratched the surface. The MC's of this nanovel had no intention to do, say or be the characters I thought I had thought up. I mean my Eager, Smart, Cocky, single-child Male protagonist ended up as an Easy, Somewhat Idiot, Overly Friendly, Older Brother who at most times made me yell 'How can you be 21 and that stupid' to my screen. I mean it, I yelled.

Once again I made it, with a day to spare. :)

And as I promised myself last year I took more than 10 days for it. 17 is a good number too.

This is one of the sequels to last years novel *I Promise*. I say one as this is book 6 in the series and it was supposed to be the last but I already know what is going to happen in books 7 and 8. I still need to finish this one, re-write I promise and put down more than who has sex with who about books 2-5. Seems I have found my life's work.

A little late update.

Although a lot has happened in my life, I realized that I had very little interest to actually put it in a blog. :)

So I'll give a small recap of the last two months and I'll try a better attempt in keeping thins up to date.

First the Open Air Painting festival was a blast. I only went for one day and made three small pieces. As it was being held in a City that I know really well so there were spots that I have always wanted to paint.

I went to the gallery that was 'Festival Center', there I registered and got my participant card,my cap and a number 12 brush that I desperately needed. So for me it started as a good day. At first I decided to paint Town Hall. After spreading all my stuff around me I just zoned out the world around me. What makes it fun is that Town Hall is a big tourist attraction so a lot of people came by and ask me what I was doing. I explained and continued.

Than out of the blue, I was mixing colors to get the right shade of gray for the column's, this one woman leans over and just snaps at me. "That is not the proper color." Being insulted I snapped back. "Well it's also not your painting." The woman turned a very interesting shade of red and after an apologies from her husband I finished the piece.

By the other two locations it was more that the first spot was a busy tourist location so I kept getting questions about the statue behind me. Good thing I had paid attention. :)

The final spot was in front of some restaurants and there were some drunk students getting there blood alcohol content up to illegal levels. There were some very interesting things yelled at.

But the most adorable of the third location was that at a certain moment this, I believe two year old, kid walks up to me and says "My Daddy says you are a painter, I think you are an artist, who's right?" I couldn't help but smile. "Well although I'm painting right now the correct thing is to call me an artist as I am being artistic." The kid looks at me for a second nods then turns back to his father and yells over the plaza. "Daddy you are dumb, Painters are artist. So it's both, I won. Now I want my ice-cream." That will learn that parent never to bet with his child ever again.

Two days after that the Festival organizers held an auction for all the pieces that were unsold. As I work in acrylic and not in oil paint I knew the interest for my pieces would be less. Take in account that they are really small and I knew there was only a very small chance for them to be sold. What I also had not suspected is that even though I had clearly put my alias on the tag and paintings the organization had put my real name on the name-tags under them. You loose a lot of fun in things if the one thing you keep hearing is "Hey I thought that name belonged to that guy that paints those nature pieces?" mostly followed by a "Well the style's completely different don't think anybody will believe they are related. Pretty sad if you need to use a known name." I do not use that name!!! I just happen to have it, I also paint and I have my own Style. Deal with it.

So I took my mom to the auction, she was raised in that world so I knew she'd like it. We took our spot n a corner, watching the auctioneer go through the pieces and trying to get people interested in buying. My mom asked me why I hadn't invited my Best Friend to the event and I told her I hadn't thought she would have the time, but after I called she said she'd come right over. At a certain point while waiting for my friend to arrive, I told my mom that the worst part about them putting my real name under it was that most people would probably mispronounce my first name. I Had not yet finished saying that or the auctioneer leans towards one of my pieces and indeed says my name wrong. I thought that to be so funny I started to laugh out loud.

The man recognized my mother and asked her how her name was supposed to be pronounced, she pointed at me and said. "This idiots name is pronounced Like Jazzy not like Easy." The man felt so embarrassed that he decided to make it up to me by having me go around the crowd to show it to everybody. I hate having to do things like that.

Nobody bid, I think it was more because of the faces I was pulling than because of my work.

Once my piece was back on the wall and a small break was announced my friend arrived and of course the first thing my mom had to tell her was that.

The rest of the auction we joked about a bit, I told her about the pieces I really liked and she told me which pieces she thought were best. She introduced herself as my 'girl'friend to most people, I told her that I was a bit uncomfortable with people assuming that we were dating so I kept saying "We are just friends, she lives with her boyfriend." My friend has the tendency to claim everything what is usually fun, but not if you are trying to show yourself as a capable single adult.

That was it for the Painter festival I will do my best and add the other things later too.

The next step.

After getting in contact with my Beta and going over most of my story's, I sent her a piece that I would like to see some improvement.

To be honest any painting and writing and drawing has all bin done at night in the back of the living-room. I never used to be scared of the world and it's view yet since I came to realize that the images in my mind are the pieces of me I want to devote my life to will make me put there where everybody thinks the right to judge.

So at first I made a Deviantart account and started to put some of my doodles online. The positive feedbacks that I got on those made me feel a lot more comfortable in my artistic skin. The conversations I had with some made me get the feeling to create.

Now I have decided to also try and get my name out and put my foot between the door on my painting. So I got myself accepted in an Open Air Painter Event and I am scared stiff. I haven't painted in the open air in years. I'll make an update with my stuff.<3

Busy and distracted.

This past month has bin filled with more than ample stuff to keep my inspiration flared up for at least the duration of summer.

To start things of I spent the first week with a cold, I got so tired of that that I decided to call my general practitioner, but the one currently running the practice was on a holiday so I had to call around to find another that could help me. After finally getting an assistant on the phone I was informed that I should call back the next day because they only make appointments between 8 and 9:30. So the next day I call all the numbers again and once again only the last on the list picks up. By that time it was 9:10 and I was informed that all the slots for that day where filled but if I thought that what was ailing me was really annoying maybe she could help me. So after telling her that I have bin dealing with this cold for 7 months now, she wrote down my specifications and tolled me to call back after 12 because she was going to ask the doctor if there was anything that needed to be done. So after waiting for 3 hours I called back and I was informed that considering my past ailments I most likely was suffering from an inflammation in my Eustachian tube. Whoopee. Last time that happened there where some very traumatic things done to me. Just imagine a rubber screwdriver and your nostril. This time all I got was a nasal spray. So I was all happy that I was coming of fairly easy and pretty happy left for the pharmacy. But when it was finally my turn my bank card declared that I didn't have any money on it. I knew that could not be correct as I had checked just the previous day if there was enough money on it to pay the bills I was expecting and I had more than enough. So here I had to ask them to hold on to it and I had to call my mom asking her to come bring me some cash. It was a lousy 2 Euro and I didn't have it.

In the end it seemed that my bank had inadvertently paid a bill that was scheduled to be paid 5 days later (when I had gotten paid) because of that 2 other bills had not bin paid and I had less than 1 buck in my account. So in the end I had to take a nasal spray and hunt down everything that went wrong with my money and clear everything with the people that did not get paid. The bank at least admitted that it was a flaw on there side, and helped me with getting my money to the proper accounts.

Then on the 16th my best friend and I went to Disney on Ice, I have bin dying to go to one of those shows since I was 5. I loved it. put pretty much the entire show on my mobile. If I knew you were allowed to record and take pictures I would have taken my camera with me.

And after that I was informed that the group I joined on Deviantart had found me a beta reader. Now I just need to get the courage to contact the person. Wish me well.

Maybe this will help me out.

My entry survey for Beta-Readers;

I am a writer.

1. May we send your survey response to your partnered beta reader?

Sure, can't see why not.

2. Are you new to beta reading?

Yes and no. I have had people Beta-read my work before, but they were to close to me to say anything about errors.

3. Your age (optional):

Consenting adult. (bin writing for 20 years if that helps)

4. Genre(s) – Please be specific:

I write every genre and nearly every type of format.

5. Rating: G, PG, PG-13, R, or MA?

Depending on the story, all of the above.

6. Warnings: Sex, violence, politics, religion, and other hot button issues.

Most of my story's are written in a way to relieve my mind from thoughts about what goes about in the world and my direct surrounding. So I can write about the weather or a Gay serial killer who goes after religious politicians. I don't hold back.

7. What's your writing skill level?

My writing started as a way to tell my story's and to overcome my dyslexia. In time I have become better than the average beginner but no where near a professional.

8. What writing aspects are you trying to improve?

What I hope to improve is the flow of my longer story's. I'm quite capable to have a start, middle and end to my shorter ones, but the second my story become longer than 8000 words I loose oversight, my characters loose dept and I let holes drop in the plot.

The next thing that needs improvement is that I need somebody to pick my inconsistent words out of the ruble. It happens that I call something "this" the one moment and "that" the other.

9. What are you looking for in the beta reader?

Somebody that isn't afraid to 'hurt' my feelings when pointing out flaws. Somebody that isn't scarred about putting there foot down. Somebody that can handle a moody, shy, and seriously lacking trust in ones self writer. Somebody that doesn't quit the second my temper gets the better of me. Somebody that understands that I am completely loyal to those I trust and is capable to give the same amount of loyalty.

In short somebody that I can build a long-lasting 'relationship' with.

10. Do you promise to put sincere effort into your partnership?

If I wasn't I'd never have filled in this survey.

Being just slightly perverted.

Either I have come to terms with the more dark convolutions of my brain or I just simply stopped fighting against them. over the past few weeks I have come to realize that my drawings, writings and even my overall thoughts all revolve around sex. On it's own not very bad, probably a lot better than the complete lack of thoughts in that directions I had near the end of my last relationship. But for crying out load, that's bin over a year ago and now suddenly my mind gets overrun by thoughts. I bet it has something to do with that story I wrote for nanowrimo there is ample amount of sex involved in that story.

About that story I fear I will really have to completely rewrite the first half. For some odd reason I have come to the conclusion that it will be a much better story if certain parts are seen through Waltz' eyes instead of Heathers. Which means that only by the grace of god will I successfully reach the editorial end date of May first, after that I will loose my code with which I can get a free copy. No Fair, I want my free copy. But I am not going to kill myself.

Oh and on yet another account I fear I do have contracted something as I have just had yet another week of shivers and rises. Unless this is still the same than I don't want to know what it really is.

Finished one now ready for the rest.

On My Long List of drawings that have planned on doing this year The nr.1 was a birthday card for my best friend, that has resulted in to a drawing featuring Megamind, a main character to a movie she is completely crazy about. I Mean she talks about this character so often that without ever seeing the movie myself I successfully wrote a explanatory text along with it that made it stay completely true to his persona in the film. I mean I am yet to even watch a trailer, that is how little I know of the story.

http://carpe-diem-et-noctem.deviantart.com/#/d38vpw8

To celebrate her birthday we went bowling yesterday, this was the second time I have ever gone bowling in my life and although I will never be good enough to make my living out of it I am (slightly boasting) pretty darn Good. I only lost the second round by two points but I firmly made a Hundred point in third. Although to be very honest the people I was with had all slight handicaps. one could only use his other arm because of an accident, the other got constantly distracted (perhaps because he's finally with the girl he was after) and I fear my friend lacks sense of direction; or she has a very good sense of directions as I have never seen such splendid gutter balls and near misses performed by a singular person.

On a secondary notice I finally do not feel like I had the unfortunate run in with a pack of bulls so I feel safe to say that my health is moving in the proper direction and (keeping fingers crossed) hopefully this year I'll skip the pneumonia.

Best wishes and good health.

The power of the pen

By my love for the written word my love for writing the words has steadily but undoubtedly grown into one of the greatest loves of my life. But as of this week my beloved pen be it fine-liner or fountain - will have to make room for a new pen that might very well possibly become the most important non-living friend I have into the world. By my own accord I have namely became the proud owner of a Bamboo Tablet Pen and Fun S. This little baby will not only help me improve my drawing skills that I have horribly neglected over the past 5+ years, It can even be used to write your notes directly into a computer-file. This means I no longer will have to write things down first and then type them out on the computer. I'm so happy I caught myself singing to myself. And I don't even like singing.

I can't wait to spent my days rotting away behind the computer creating the most beautifull lines ever written in human history. That is the power of the pen. All Praise the true power of the pen.

New Years resolutions.

This is going to be a first for me as I have never ever dared to plan ahead in life by making a do or don't list.

So lets get started with the ten things I want to accomplish:

1. Make over 100 drawings of OC's and have them somewhere they can be viewed by the general audience be it through Deviantart or any other art community.
2. Write over 100 Story's big or small and have them available for the general public be it through Deviantart or any other means
3. Finish editing my nanowrimo story
4. Finish my cover-art for my nanowrimo story
5. Get my free book print from www.CreateSpace.com
6. Release my nanowrimo Story to the general public either through CreateSpace or any other self-publishing provider.
7. Go out by myself and have a good time without feeling responsible for everyone else in my life, they don't even realize that I'm doing it.
8. Kiss a complete stranger. (I once read somewhere it's easier to keep yourself to your goals if you put at least one in there your allowed to fail in.)
9. Be open for a new relationship.
10. Go on a holiday alone and actually enjoy myself.

Then there are the things I wish to stop. So here are my top three peeves about myself:

1. Stop worrying about what others might think. I don't know where it went wrong but I was a much happier person when the opinion of others didn't stop me from doing things that feel right.
2. Talking myself down. (if this one needs explaining find help)
3. Fantasizing about things that will never happen. There are way to many good things right under my nose that could use my attention.

Let's just see how well I can keep myself up to this list.

Almost forgot the most important part of this post.

Happy New Year may you all have mucho fun.

pitter patter

One of my dear friends is going to become a mother. love

Merry Christmas

Christmas has come and past so fast that I did not even have time yet to really have it sink in. Right after I finished the flue that had bin looming around the corner jumped me and took me in a serious grip. Putting everything at a hold, I know my birthday has bin just because the text messages on my phone. Including one from my ex whom I have not spoken to in nearly a year, minus that small intermission in may when we were at the same convention. Odly you'd think me not responding to a single text since might have bin a clue to my interest in his being now would it? Oh well, enough other people did sent me messages that did light my day.

Poorly the flue also made me run behind nearly every plan that was in process. I did not even start with the Christmas decorations till the 21th and my card was sent by email this year because my pen hand was not to be trusted. Believe me, I had found myself so worn down by the flue that I wasn't even able to put my signature on my checks let stand write readable text on cards that are sent out. I did not entrust that job onto myself.

With all those starter trouble one would suspect that Christmas would be troubled as well but no, for once It went by without as much as a bad worth spoken. There wasn't even a short verbal encounter about the dishes, the food or the way the presents were going to be done. Neither on first Christmas day or on the second when we went out to dinner with my sister and her beau. Well they had a small altercation but for once we were not asked to take sides. guess me with the flue is a little more like able person than on any other given day.

Made it

stamp by; art-junki3.deviantart.com

Unbelievable but true, I've past the 50000 word count bar with even a day to spare so for the last day of nanowrimo I had my winner bar nicely shining under my name. Propelling me in the world of authors, as one of the prizes is having the possibility of selling your book through amazon.

Not that my story is even in the near facility of being able to be published yet. For starters I am yet to finish the final chapter and the first few chapters are a dumb mess. All in all I need a lot of pruning before this can be released on the masses, so thank god for deviantart where the rain of terror will be unleashed and poor passerby's will be forced into submission to give me feedback other than this word is supposed t

o be spelled differently.

That's not feedback that's pointing out my dyslexia.

So all be where for I promise...

lost and gone my poor sanity.

This is so me I can't even believe how utterly depressant my mind has to have gotten over the past few years. A little over a day ago I read about a competition that has as only requirement that you have to write a novel consistent of a minimal of 50000 words within the month November. Yep one novel in one month, I did not just look at it and thought 'wow great for the people who succeed'. No.... I actually registered myself halfway down the month which means I only have 15 days left to finish, even I believe that my mind has now honestly left me alone to fend for myself. For anyone who doesn't have a quick calculator in your head that is approximately 3350 words a day. Plus it has to be from scratch, so I need to pick an idea and start working with that. I am going to die.

morning rituals, creativity revived.

Waking up, going downstairs, making a cup of tea, reading the newspaper, checking my telephone and if I remembered to turn it of I'll turn it on, finishing my cup of tea, going upstairs getting dressed, going downstairs again to turn on the laptop just to check Deviantart to see if I got any messages.

I know some people check there e-mail in the morning I check if any of the 50 people I'm watching has posted anything interesting. It's becoming a little bit of an obsession oran addiction, whichever way I don't really mind. It even helps me with my creativity, sometimes I see something and little bits of the story's that have bin stalled in my mind click in place.

I found a dress-up game which shows the style of dressing I imagine the wear in Tandaly, I found that country over 7 years ago and finally I can see it.

Games" href="http://gasara.deviantart.com/art/Modern-Mucha-Dress-Up-174384623?q=gallery%3AGasara%2F24893020&qo=1"> Modern Mucha Dress-Up

Couldn't resist myself to make several dolls, to help me with the visualization of my girls.

Can't wait too see where my lovely girls are gonna end up. :)