Musings on a summer's day

Greetings, gentle readers. I bid you good afternoon on this passing lovely day.

'Tis at the behest of a few gallant acquaintances of mine that I begin this writing, and I find myself at a distinct loss as to what I may say that would entertain the discreet sensibilities of my gentle readers. What is it that one is obliged to recount? I find my thoughts perhaps not so interesting as one might hope, and at the moment, there appears to be a distinct lack of amusing tales to be told as well.

Perhaps I shall tell you instead of a new interest which has recently claimed my attentions. It seems that one of my gallant acquaintances, the honorable Mr. Daniel, has long been a fan of a certain new style of art, that style commonly know as "SteamPunk". Having heard of his interest, and nursing a new fancy for aforementioned art myself, I contacted him in regard to his delightful habit of writing the most marvelous stories, and asked him if perchance he might see fit to write a little something which we might work upon together.
Suffice it to say, we have embarked upon a most delightful partnership to produce for you, our gentler readers, a pleasant little story.

Best wishes to you all,
Lady E. E. Grey