New year's resolution? Pffffff don't make me laugh. Oh no, I am making an Old Year's Ultimatum: Finish S^4 by year's end. According to my calculations, if I start now, I have to write 756 words a day. I'm going to be perfectly honest and tell you that this is not going to happen for the next week or two. While I have lost hope of getting this animation degree, I still haven't given up on it and I will continue to give my current classes the full 100% of my dwindling power if only to say that I

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Yeah... So I finally broke a thousand words--last week--totaling 38,814 for S^4. I would love to say that this Thanksgiving break would mean I get to write some more, but alas, such is not my lot. Instead I will slave away on my thrice overdue projects for animation with the distinct possibility that all of my work will be for naught. Not passing this class (for the second time) will be the deathblow for my animation degree. No more mans, this time. I'm all out of coins. No hidden 1ups. No save

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So...
I said I was going to do this thing....
And I'm trying...
Not much is happening though...

With the sudden turn to winter of all seasons, this week past, my hands have decided to mutiny. This will be a short post.

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Alright, so it's day three of the challenge... I have 224 words...

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On this the day of a fleeting window to the other side, I find myself conflicted.

While confident in the future, I have my misgivings. This year will be different. This November will not be as the others previous, a dark time to dread. The cycle will break. My recuperation is going well, with good friends and Raposa to help me.

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Alright, its been... a while. To call these last few weeks an emotional roller coaster is not only a cliché, but also an understatement. It's been more like an emotional Apollo Mission. Not just one, either. All of them. At the same time. Even with the exploding oxygen tanks.

Twice.

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No. I did not rage type for the title. Yes. That is a real word.

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Once carried through the current, now being swept away
So Laich is in the closet, he's hiding from today
And though he has his writings, his hands do not obey
And his world is filled with darkness, turning grey

Gazing out the window of the 42nd second floor
He is separate from all others, no one knocks upon his door
And it might as well be raining 'cause the sunlight hurts his eyes
And at least in the dark, he cannot see his lies

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--Laichonious

YES! Come one, come all! Retsamoreh, Plebeian, and Laichonious are putting on a show! Have you ever felt insecure about writing? Good news! You aren't alone. The three of us will be going over the basics of writing fiction, not just for ponies, but also for anything, though ponies will be the theme. If you are just starting out, this workshop would be perfect for you. If you've got a story or two under your belt, this workshop would be perfect for you. If you are a renowned and respected author

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