So I must confess to you that I have not been writing HT#6. You see, last September one of my best friends died suddenly and I’m writing a story dedicated to him. The dedication might be something like, ‘To Keithbo, the biggest damned hobbit you ever saw’. That described him nicely, he was a huge, tall man, but very much a hobbit at heart. His door was only open for party business, and he certainly enjoyed elevenses. I will miss his joyous, hearty laughter the most I think.
No idea what I’ll call it or even if I will publish it. But I must write it.