It's been a while.

Summer has come and gone, and so have I. Now it's winter, and I think I owe a post.

Europe was absolutely amazing. Inspiring, eye-opening, and altogether wonderful and painful and fabulous. I want to move there as soon as possible.

But for now, time marches on. There are things to be learned, grades to be made, bills to be tended to.

Troubadour is making some headway, though certainly not what I thought it would have been by now. Nevertheless, I have a good foundation, I think.

The story itself, I feel I should mention, is about a servant named Thomas living in an odd sort of steampunk-Victorian era. The setting isn't really the important part. Vaughton Hall refers to the estate of his master, John W. Mathrowe, III. Quite a name, isn't it? Thomas's life begins happily, but quickly takes a downturn when his father tragically dies in a riding accident. Now destitute, he takes a job at Mathrowe's house as butler (the first butler the estate has had in a good while, actually) and things go on from there.

Considering that it's nearly four in the morning, I think I'll leave it at that.