I went to the beach this evening. The sand was very cold, the sea was OK, and when I washed the sand off my feet in a bucket at home it was freezing! I haven't written anything on Wyrmfell yet, but I have begun a new story. The first line goes like this: "He blew out the candles and knew he was safe." I'm not saying any more than that until I get some more written. I am writing a lot of stories at the moment. I have begun over two hundred, but only about eight are finished, and only one is printed off and edited and everything. I wonder if I could post it in pieces, like a serial. I think I'll do that, starting tomorrow. Someone from Germany looked at my blog this afternoon. Will you look again? Well if you don't you won't ever read this, so I guess it doesn't matter.