So, today I finally got around to editing The Samurai of the Elements. I couldn't do it until now because we recently had to go to my grandfather's funeral in Narembeen which is a decent 4 hour drive from our house. It was an interesting experience as it was the first funeral I've ever attended, I wasn't even close to granddad but it didn't feel any less worse.

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Well, as a couple of you may know, I've recently started TAFE. So, that means I have less time to myself to write my stories. I have Mondays off until after the holidays and I'll do some writing during my long weekends, but I'll also need to do any work that's given to me. Learning to be an EA is harder than I thought, but it's still fun. Anyway, I'll continue writing, no matter how slow it may be. But until then, and I can't believe I'm saying this, everything is being put on hiatus. GD,

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So after two weeks of school exams and study, two weeks of no Internet, I have just one thing to say.

As of next Friday, the 4th of July, at approx. 7.30 PM, I'll be leaving to go on a school ski trip to Falls Creek in Victoria. I am super excited for this ski trip because it'll be my very first time seeing snow and the fact I can experience it with some very good friends of mine from school. But that's not what I really came here to talk about. The challenge I set myself is that in the span of time that I have left, I will update ALL of my stories as well as publish a one-shot,

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As the title says, I would just like to thank you to all my followers, to all the people who've liked and favourited my stories, even to those who've disliked them. Thank you. But my apologies, I can't do any writing as of this moment. The reason being school, and with that, year 12. It's my final year of school and I have lots to do: I have reports to write, art work to complete, maths to revise and complete, and in all honesty it's kind of overwhelming. So yeah, until everything starts to

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Well bugger, I have caught my brother's flu. Thanks a lot James.

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He stood where they lay. He stood six feet tall, they layed six feet under. Here he was, at the graveyard that brought all the painful, all the sad, all the angry memories he harboured for one thousand years. Over five hundred gravestones were placed in the ground, each looking like they were made just the day before: clean, prestine and ever living. In one hand he held a bouquet of roses and in the other, a bottle with swishing liquid inside and eight small dishes.

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