I think I'm losing my touch...

...or I'm still swarmed by work and requests.

Either way, I've noticed I'm blessed with less and less inspirational periods per day. Normally I'd get juiced on a thought going through my head, work on it and expand it. From there, it would linger and brew before spilling onto the computer screen via proxy of my fingers. Usually. Sometime it would take more or less time, but the result was always.. well, felt.
Now, however, I'm finding the latest chapter hard to write. There's something impending me, and I can't quite put my hand on it. Perhaps I need to give it a break and sit down, brainstorming on a story seriously. I'll see how this goes.

Have some spoilers:
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"So, Twilight's been asking how you're doing today?"

No response came from red behemoth, only a simple nod.

"Well... I am here with a little something-something! Sewn it myself!" he said before lunging back behind the door, dragging a rather large bag placed right in the centre of a bright-crimson cart.

Quickly, he scurried over to it and unfastened the belt, drawing forth a large cloak. It was rather plain, and the little details were crude and childish - a single yellow thread lined the outer edges. As the dragon was unfolding the whole thing before Mac, the stallion noticed it also had a hood. That, and the fact the entire piece of clothing could cover him almost twice over.

"Y'know how t'sew?"
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