A Complete Diversion From Drinking Plain Water and Several Bags of Cheetos Later...

At long last, after bum-rushing through several lost weeks worth of advanced schoolwork, I have finally freed myself up once again to continue this fruitless conquest for an audience who provide more penny-worth backlash than silver-lined sense whose value I for some reason seem to dictate by how shiny they are under the light .

In between various work days and arghblarghaerhihfiapfh IRL things, I have finally managed to get caught up on, recover, and retype...most of everything I had lost in the tragedy mentioned in the last blog. I'm still a bit saddened by how much writing I had lost. If you don't know already, my wonderful editor still had the chapters and stories I finished that I sent to him for reviewing of which he kindly transferred over to me, but I had sooo many unfinished works before that I really did want to finish someday. I can at least take stock knowing that my wanting will no longer burden me.

I continued work on the next Monster or Mother chapter(s) (a story of mine which is WAY overdue for an update) a few days ago after resting for a bit and idly scrubbing the masses of orange, cheese-flavored dust from my keyboard. I don't have much so far (only a few hundred words from the time of writing this blog) but I hope that I can keep my still-lingering doubts at bay with a few calming rounds of World of Tanks or some other edumacationist activity long enough for me to write more than one paragraph per day without deleting it and quietly washing the night away.

Oh? Did I mention that the next update for MoM will be a two-parter?

Yes, the next update will be in two parts, released on separate days to give you all a bit of breathing room to excite your mind with juicy speculation. I figured that two parts would be the perfect way to REALLY kick off the story. I can't guarantee that it will be as good as previous chapters nor can I guarantee that it will even be decent! Just looking at it now is forcing my inner critic to cry: "Pacing, you slack-jawed tit! Use pacing! No, now you cocked it up! No internet for you!"

Welp, I've been in this same situation before, haven't I? It's just a simple matter of crossing my fingers and hoping that I will be spared from the plank and nail. Everything I've mentioned thus far also counts for Butterflies In Her Tummy. I'm so terribly sorry that the wait is so long and the delivery so "meh" to most of you, but I plead you to steady your feet! Angel Bunny will get what's coming to him!

...within reason, of course.

By the way, did I mention that I have fan-art of my OC? Yes yes, I'm just building up my own glass house from which to contain my idle hubris, but, as far to my knowledge, I have never, ever heard of a writer who receives fan-art of anything but their stories. You can find them all on my profile page in the top right corner. A few of them, such as the desktop background and picture of Hive and Fluttershy (which I still think are pretty awesome) are commissions, but the majority is all sent in by people with a strangely strong like for hexagons.

All the best-

-Hivemind