As INKtober comes to an end, the occupants of the little boat start their journey across the water. Behind them, the beacon has been lit. Above them on the cliff, across the bay and out beyond the horizon more beacons are sparking into life.
It's now Day 31 and there has been no definitive end to our story. It has chosen to keep its plot and purpose shrouded in the layers of Mysterious that it has woven over the last few weeks. A story which grew from within itself has decided to carry on living.
I talk of the story as the thing that is making the decisions because it most certainly has become an entity in its own right. The day-by day method of writing, without the option of editing, has allowed the tale to morph and shift at every opportunity.
It has continued to surprise me.
And if I, as the writer, am enjoying being surprised then I'm hoping that any readers will also enjoy being surprised and, perhaps, a bit mystified.
A month ago, I had not heard of INKtober; I had no plans at all to write and draw a 31 episode narrative and I had no idea that Estella, Osgood, their fellow characters and their new worlds would so very quickly become part of my life. If you have been on my journey with me, I hope you have enjoyed the ride. Thank you.