Thanks for that.
I am currently hiding in my closet, trying not to make much noise. These people are bad news, friends, and when they ask for seconds, they don’t just raise their dishes and say something like, “Please, mum, can I have some more?” No. They threaten torture and painful deaths and all my loved ones.
Read MoreFor those new to the blog and the Silmaril Awards, who may be scratching your heads in confusion… the Silmaril Awards are a prestigious process whereby fantasy book characters are nominated by their readers and then voted upon by the masses into the Silmaril Hall of Fame.
Read MoreSunlight sparkles on the lake that borders the Academy grounds. In the distance, a U-shaped building rises tall and proud where the students who have been helping me prepare generally reside. I glance around at the chairs and tables and decorations in satisfaction. My Wynn stands off to one side, proudly surveying the stage he designed that the other students helped him build.
Someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn to see Headmaster Friedzen standing behind me.
“The guests should be arriving soon,” he says. “I will man the gates.”
“Thank you so much for letting me host these here at your Academy,” I reply. “My back yard couldn’t quite handle this size crowd.”
He gives me a warm smile. “It’s really your Academy,” he reminds me gently. “It’s always a pleasure getting to be a part of our author’s story. And also, it’s far easier to host the heroes than those mischievous imps.” He makes a wry face.
Read MoreI stand back and admire the last few finishing touches on the cake I just finished decorating. Ahhh, perfect.
In real life, I’m not great at cake decorating, or any kind of visual art really. But here in the InterFictionVerse, I am brilliant at it. The imps are going to love it. And besides, who cares if they didn’t get the most votes when there’s amazing cake for everyone that is both delicious AND beautiful?
But if I don’t hurry I’m going to be late to my own hostessing gig
Read Morestumbles out of the house looking about wildly and panting
Oh, hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there. It has been a WEEK, my friends!
You all sent 49 mischievous imps to my house last week!
Actually, way more than 49… I’m not sure how many Nac Mac Feegles there are, but there seem to be more of them every time I turn around. And they are into everything!
And you know what? Some of them seem to have taken deep offense to only getting a single nomination, and appear to be using this as an excuse to up their mischievous games!
Read MoreGood morrow, dear Reader!
I have some exciting news for you today, which I’m sure will just absolutely make your day.
The Silmaril Awards hath returned!
And for the 9th year in a row!
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