The Fourth Wall. I Breakz it.

THE RESULTS ARE IN!
.... all one of them *sads*
Y U guys no enter? Didn't understand it? Prize was pathetic? No time? Too busy fighting off daleks with a wooden spoon?
Never mind. Maybe I'll try again some other time.

Anyway, as I only had one entrant, the lovely Director from Castles, Quills and Cameras has sent in some entries. As my one and only entrant, she therefore wins my prize! *turns on the applause machine*
Now then, let's see what she said...

Sephirax: "Manipulative, deceptive, no one knows the real him (her?), hides behind masks- and is totally deadly." That's my Sephirax! And he's a he, you were right the first time ;)

Veraxes: "torn between duty and love, has strong convictions about both. Is earnest and a steadfast person." Absolutely!

Caiafal: (and I left like his song was more to him) "He's a good guy but has done wrong, and is ashamed of his dark side and needs to know he's safe. Needs someone to, ha, "stand by him"." Perhaps I should have been a wee bit more specific - Caiafal's really the one who would be singing the song, but to be honest you have hit some good points there. He does look every inch the gallant hero type, but he does do wrong and he is ashamed. As for the need for safety ... you're looking at the world's biggest social hypochondriac, haha!

So, in short WELL DONE TO THE DIRECTOR! leave me a comment below stating what you would like me to write your blog post about, and I will get it up here ASAP. And thanks for participating - you made me a happy Spook.

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In other news, it is currently Day 13 of NanoWriMo!

Wordcount at this exact moment: 36,638

Number of pages currently full of words: 77

Major character near-death experiences or serious maimings: 3

Number of Fourth Wall breakages: I don't think I have much of a wall left to break.

Yes, dear readers, I have utterly annihilated the dreaded Fourth Wall. Here  I was hoping to do a good set of well-executed, lifelike and enthralling stories ... and then I hit the Wall. So I broke it. Once.

And then I did it again.

And again.

And again.

CHARACTERS! LEAVE THAT BLOOMIN' WALL ALONE!

"Trust me," said Vidal, licking his bloodstained teeth, "nothing can go wrong this time. I bribed the author with jellybeans."

To some it was fate. To others, it was simply an unfortunate accident. To Gallirael, it was proof the the world and everything in it wanted to see him dead. He glared at his swollen feet, "Worst. Plot. Twist. EVER!"

"I don't suppose you'd care to explain this wonderful plan of yours to me, crossblood?"

"No. The author hasn't worked it out yet."

Pansanger smiled at Narkissa with such unctuousness that it made his author want to grind his smug little face into a wall.

"I thought you believed in a free society!"

"I thought you knew whose head we're living in!"

Gallirael cursed and looked behind him, rubbing his swollen ankles. "Curse those plot holes."

... NaNoWriMo fail. In the highest meaning of the word.

Thank God It's Over?

Three years seems such a neat number right now. Three years, three books. A trilogy, in more than one meaning of the word.

Yes, that's right. I've finally finished the trilogy. After all my griping, grumbling and fighting with unwanted plot twists and unco-operative characters, I have finally typed those fateful words: The End.

For the last time. At last, I close the door on Skatha and Errion and all the madness that has taken place there, and look on to a future where my slate is completely blank.

Legend clocks in at 94,147 words, including chapter titles. It's taken me nearly five months to write, including distractions ranging from camping expedition, sickness and a thousand and one phases of writer's block.

But it's done.

It's over.

The End.

I'm at that weird phase when you've finished a long-term project and aren't quite sure where to go next. My next project is leaping to the forefront of my head, begging for attention after so long, and there's a whole new world and all new characters to meet and mutilate. I'm really looking forward to it, but I can't help but look back and feel nostalgic. I've lived and battled with these characters for years, and now suddenly my part in their story is over. Gods know where they'll go now - probably off on some long holiday to recover from all the abuse I've put them through - but, for me, the story's over. I've put the link in its title in The Scribblings, I've taken the "(writing)" clause out of its document title, and I've even bothered to run the blasted spell checker through one more time.

It is well and truly over.

And I think I miss it already.