Manic Updates & Electronic Reshuffling

I've just spent all day online doing some updating on my web pages, blogs, forums, groups, etc. I didn't think it would take so long. Whew! Nearly all done.

I've updated my old SHIVA site. Take a look at my MSN live space.
http://ping.fm/R25NJ

Also I have a new Forum. And a blog. Yes, another blog! I think that makes four. The Runboard Forum came with a blog, which was a nice surprise. Very cool. I haven't really blogged there yet. I only posted a note to say I promise to blog real soon. And I will. Honest. Take a look at my Runboard site.
http://ping.fm/F5x8t
http://ping.fm/fCUeQ

Right now, I'm off to have a cuppa. Then I have to get ready to be all official at the Beechworth Threatre Company's last meeting for the year.

Catch you all soon.

Brittany K.

Competition - Brittany Kingston

New Year

Competition

This year, read yourself into a New Year with

some creepy poetry and two vampire short stories

by... well... me!

For a chance to win this special pack that includes:

"Where the Night Things Are",

"Sword of Anubis"

and "Shadow on the Crystal",

all you have to do is write the most imaginative responses.

Read the excerpt from the Shadow Runners below and add your versions of Jaxxlar's responses in the spaces indicated.

Go on, try it. It'll be fun.

Dorrraan’s smile sharpened into a snarl. He turned the ornately carved gold ring on his right middle claw until the amber stone flashed the same gold fire as his eyes. “I will be watching.” He stared at the aliens, memorizing their strange features. “You will stay at The Guardhouse tonight. You are expected, and your accommodation has been paid for. Report to Goornagh by tomorrow’s first light.” He turned and walked around the statue, disappearing into the garden just as his assistants had earlier.

Jaxxlar and Ranger didn’t speak out loud until they were beyond the temple grounds. It felt as though Beta-Dorrraan’s guards watched them from every shadow.

“This is a suicide mission,” Ranger commented when they’d put enough distance between themselves and Dorrraan’s spies.

Jaxxlar huffed in disgust. “What choice do we have? Thanks to your little escapade on Ghee, we don’t have enough credits between us to buy an hour with a whore.”

Ranger stopped and stared at his partner. “I wasn’t the one who got us deported.”

“I didn’t start that fight.” Jaxxlar glared at him.

“Really.” Ranger folded his arms across his chest. “Then I suppose you accidentally jumped on that murrahm’s tail.”

“Well,” Jaxxlar gestured expansively. “It just happened to be right under where I wanted to walk.”

“Of course. And you couldn’t possibly have stepped over it, could you?”

“That murrahm plonked his tail down right under my foot on purpose.”

Ranger shook his head and walked on. “And that was when you were wearing your restrictor!”

Jaxxlar caught up and kept pace with him. “YOUR RESPONSE GOES HERE”

“That sure does fill me with confidence. Especially since you nearly jumped on a murrahm two minutes after we got here.”

“I did not.”

“You would have if I hadn’t pulled you back.”

“He was arrogant,” Jaxxlar huffed.

“They’re all arrogant. They’re murrahm.”

“YOUR RESPONSE GOES HERE”

“How very reassuring. Those were your exact words before you started the fight that landed us here.”

“I didn’t start that fight!”

Competition runs until December 31, 2008

Hey, what are you waiting for? You have the whole rest of the year to enter

Send your answer to me at:

brittanykingstonauthor@gmail.com

Good luck!

Yours in love and light

Brittany Kingston