I 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!
Read MoreAnother dragon alights on the soccer field, and lets out a large exhalation of flame. I sigh a little as the last of the crêpe paper goes up in a tiny poof of smoke. I should have known better than to try to decorate with anything so flimsy… and flammable. The only major problem with hosting the dragon awards is that so many of them have dragon FRIENDS and they all come to the ceremony. We have to have somewhere in the ballpark of 200 dragons out there!
Read MoreBut this has got Nefarious Villains written ALL over it.
As you know, the Silmaril Awards Ceremonies can get a little… chaotic at times. The villains are always scheming, the imps are always… mischiev-ing…
They’ve never attempted to take over before the actual ceremonies. However, it appears that this year they’ve managed it!
Read MoreY’all sent 45 dragons descending on my house. Forty-five. Even with British sci-fi technology helping out, it’s been a bit of a tight squeeze. Some of these dragons bring a rather enormous amount of ego along with them, which doesn’t help it feel any less cramped. They also have very particular needs and demands… er… requests. Several of them have started hoards in various corners, and there are… rather a lot of little bonfires that have been started in various places. I’m really hoping that the fireproofing that came with the whole package I ordered to make the basement spacious enough is actually working, or my husband is NOT gonna be happy when he gets back from his business trip!
Oh, excuse me a moment…
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