I feel it is time to continue this blog, perhaps with rather more faithfulness than before. So I am going to tell you, my (few) faithful readers, a little fairy tale. Except this one is true.
As you know, I've been taking fencing classes.
Toward the end of my first term as a fencer, I was not what you'd call the most brilliant student in the class. But I enjoy the sport, and my enthusiasm can carry me where talent cannot. Thus when the time drew near for our end-of-term tournament, I approached the event with little confidence in success but plenty of verve!
When I realized I was being paired off to fight Rohan first.
Let me try to express to you how unfair this fight was. For one thing, he is significantly more athletic than I (I am more the . . . artistic sort, we'll say). For another, he'd been taking lessons for at least a year longer than I.
I was doomed.
Nevertheless, upon being informed that such was my fate, I made the best of it by sidling up to this gentleman (with whom I had exchanged no more than two words perhaps all term) and proceeded as such.
AE: "I want your blood."
AE: "You need to be afraid now. I'm scheduled to fight you first, and I just want you to know that I intend to eat you for lunch, metaphorically speaking. You should be afraid."
Rohan (grinning): "They'll have to duct tape my sword to my hand, I'll be trembling so hard!"
The call to suit up and salute was given, and a few minutes later, I stood across from my opponent, ready to die, but determined not to show it.
Imagine my surprise, dear readers, when I actually won the match!
Yes, you read that right. I won that first match of the tournament, a match I could not have hoped to succeed in. It didn't matter that I was creamed in all subsequent battles . . . I actually carried the day in my first!
(To be fair, it was a short match to five, not a full match to fifteen . . . and Rohan went on to beat everyone else he fought that night, because he really is that much better than me. But don't tell anyone I admitted that.)
Following our fight, and his gracious acknowledgement of defeat, this young man and I sat to watch the next few matches, chatting lightly about fencing and art and a little about literature. And I thought to myself, What a pleasant young man I have just defeated in cold blood.
The next week, he asked me to go to an art gallery with him.
The week after that, he took me to hear live jazz.
The week after that, he treated me to Belgian baked goods.
The week after that, we went dancing.
Do you see where this is going?
All that to say, I am now officially "stepping out" with a young man handsome enough to have stepped out of a romance novel, adventurous enough to have stepped out of one of my novels . . . and most of all, he is the kindest man I have ever met.
So there you have a fairy tale, better composed and written than any one of mine! And now I must get back to my official noveling . . . .
Who knew that fencing would be quite so much fun?
This is beautiful. I admire your writing and I am so happy for your marriage (I've only read these last three posts, and understand you are quite busy so I don't expect you to find this comment for quite some time). I just finished your novel Heartless and adored it. I hope to spread the word about its greatness as best I can. Keep up the good work and may you continue to be a blessing and to be blessed!
Thank you so much, Nadine! That is very encouraging to hear. I had a fun time writing HEARTLESS and its two sequels, so it's always fun to know that people are enjoying and being blessed by them in return. :) Keep your eyes open for VEILED ROSE, coming summer 2011.
Loved it mate! I found this post really great and interesting. Thanks a bunch for sharing your stuff with us here and i look forward to more!
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