In the words of a bow-tied porcine announcer with a speech impediment: “That’s all folks!”
I know, I can barely believe it myself but Dictionary of Tales has finally come to an end. Twenty-six tales of horror, fantasy, my own quirky brand of humour, gods and monsters.
With that in mind, I want to make a few acknowledgments and express my gratitude to all who helped this come into being.
Firstly, I want to thank all of you, my readers. If it wasn’t for you, your interest in the blog and your kind words, these stories may never have seen the light of day. Thank you for your help in choosing the topic of this challenge and for all the suggestions you gave for potential subjects.
Thank you to the dreamers, to all the storytellers, without you these myths may never have survived to this day (and I might have to do something else for a living).
Thank you to the friends and fellow bloggers who listened to me bemoan my (your) choice of topic for this challenge, especially those who drifted off during my rants and just left me to get on with it.
Thank you to my family for all your support and encouragement. Thank you to my technologically-challenged mother who, despite this handicap, managed to locate and read each and every post with only minimal input on my part. Thank you to my brother, his fianceé and my brother-in-law who reminded me of myths, legends and monsters I had long ago forgotten (and I wonder why people refer to us as the Addams Family?), most of which I’m sure weren’t made up.
Above all else, a huge thank you to my amazing wife, Jenny, who listened to all the stories (and all the versions of all the stories), acted as my sounding board when the ideas refused to flow and reminded me to come back to the real world once in a while. I couldn’t have done this without her.