Hark, come one come all and draw yourself closer to the words written on this piece of parchment. The merriment of the Spire tends to ebb and flow like the waves that crash upon our sunken shores. It is time to do another exercise in merriment for all of us to come and join hands in, work together with. 

Whenever possible in your daily routine. Pick up a pen and parchment and write something, anything. Let the inspiration come to you. Something from your daily life where only names and faces change. Or something more abstract or from history that you vaguely heard as a child. 

Stories come in all shapes and sizes, we keep telling them because there is clear interest in hearing them.