This is what I wrote today. It's humblings of a new story. What a good word I made up...humblings. Anyway I'm not sure where it's going or whether its going to end up on the unfinished pile but it's what I wrote today.

Pang lived in a very cold land. So cold in fact that it snowed almost every day. Pang didn’t mind the cold. As long as it was snowing he was happy. Pang adored the snow as it forever entertained him for there was no one else to play with in such a cold land.

Pang was an expert in the building of snowmen. Each morning he would open the door of his icetreehouse to assess the potential of the previous evenings snowfall. Rarely was he disappointed.

Pang had already built one hundred and twenty four snowmen or, to put it correctly, snowpeople. Pang’s snowpeople varied in size and shape. Just outside his icetreehouse, standing at either side of the door were the King and Queen of the snowpeople. The King and Queen were the largest snowpeople that Pang had ever built towering over eight feet tall. Pang had used elaborate scaffolding to build them and had leaned out the windows on the second floor of his icetreehouse to shape their royal crowns.

Surround the icetreehouse in a rough approximation of a circle were the royal guards protectors of the King and Queen. These snow guards were half the size of their sovereigns but Pang had made them round and sturdy with stern faces obscured by tough ice helmets and freeze toughened armour.

Beyond the guards were the citizens of Coldicia, for that was the name Pang had given his little Kingdom. The Coldician people were rarely more than a foot tall but what they lacked in height  they made up for in character. Each Coldician looked entirely different from the next. There were adults and children, couples in love and families playing together. There were even a group of elderly snowpeople who used icicles as walking sticks. Every face was unique. Some smiled, some laughed. Yet some were miserable and huddled together as if complaining about the bitter cold.

Pang knew every one of the Coldicians for he had was their creator and had lovingly spent hours on each and every citizen. He had never given any of the Coldicians a name for Pang knew nothing of names. He lived on his own in the land of cold and had no use for names. He was even unaware that his own name was Pang