Winter Is Coming

... Or, rather, it's a little later than usual. 

LOOKIT THIS!!!

This is why it pays to live in the attic - you see these things long before everybody else catches on. Though, I must admit, I did have a bit of a heart attack when the slanting overhead window in my room was open and the snow started getting in.

Contrary to the wails of most that they want the snow to slip and bash its face in in the shower, I'm loving this! I remember at about this time two years ago, we had so much snow that we had to cancel our sports periods, and we all went outside and had a great big whole school snowball fight - staff and students both!

The Deputy Head still hasn't forgiven me for getting that snowball in his face.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Literally. *cackles*

Ah, let is snow, let it snow I say! May there be enough snow for another snow day - and to prevent the teachers from getting into school, bwua ha ha ha ha!

... Am I a little too excited about this?

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.