Inn Between Worlds is no more. It was an experiment that taught me many things, but like an elephant balancing on stacked chairs, it crushed itself.

Now the elephant is groaning on the ground, it is in pain.

One of the most painful things to do is to destroy something you created.

Now I am wading through the graveyard of my shattered work.

I will rebuild. Simpler, better, stickier. Toss away the junk, trim off the fat, keep the juiciest bits.

The name is now Secret Campfire.