New Method · 3:15am Sep 8th, 2015
Just to be quick with everypony, I'm going to try an idea that someone suggested to me this afternoon. Instead of alienating myself, mostly to Third-Person Writing, I am going to break scenes in my stories apart through the use of First and Third Person, so as to improve and break away from my unbearable choice of which to use.
It's giving me writers block. I love to write in First and Third Person.
If you don't think that is a good idea, then at least read what I have already written in the next chapter for "A New Embrace."
How could I explain this without making it dramatic?
Well, I guess the best way to describe my situation would be to say it is. . .difficult.
With three villains—I think— sleeping on top of my bed and a letter from Celestia stating why this shit is happening I had little comprehension as to how this will work out. First it was the weird wake-up call of someone knocking on my door at three in the morning, then it was finding Sombra, Nightmare Moon, and Chrysalis in a large cardboard, and now they are telling me that I am their father.
Why can't I just live a normal life? What gave Discord the idea that sending three monsters to my house will fix anything? What if they attack me? Wait. . .no, they're just foals now. I could spank those little shits if need be. First and foremost, Princess Luna is going to be at my house very soon. I quickly walked relieved myself and flushed the toilet, before silently darting downstairs in nothing but my boxers.
I had to get everything prepared for her. I have to make sure my house is clean and in tip-top shape, because she is a fucking goddess after all. And not just any goddess, she's the FREAKING GODDESS OF NIGHT!
This sucks.
This has to some kind of alcohol induced dream. I did watch the show until ten o'clock last night and went to bed at eleven, hammered as all can get. But that does not explain me seeing three adorable foals in my bed, so this must be real, right? What do I do? I beat myself over the head with all these questions, as I made my way into the kitchen, preparing the best breakfast a guy like me can make for a princess.
Celestia loved my scrambled eggs, french toast, and fruit smoothie, so Princess Luna should have similar tastes.
One can hope.
I grabbed the skillet in the cupboard, and then stopped abruptly. I heard the telltale sound of someone walking through my living room and the odd scent of lavender. Last time I checked, the foals were still fast asleep in my bed.
I guess that answers my question to this all being real.
Or I am just having an extremely dangerous hallucination and need to go see a psychiatrist.
I reached into the drawer to my right and threw my grandmother's handmade wooden container into the air, silverware crashing all over the floor and counter. I quickly wrapped my fingers around the pistol and spun around. Then the sound of someone gasping stopped me from unclicking the safety and stay my aim towards her forehead.
She was scared, if not terrified. Her horn lit up and a small dome appeared around her. I could not have been more wrong in my life. God must have been looking down on me right now, because I heard someone whisper in my ear.
It told me. . ."You're fucked,"
"Shit!" I barked at myself, lowering the gun as fast as I could and smiling sheepishly. She just stared in angst of me attacking and growled, like she was some sort of feral animal that has rabies. Dammit, this is the last thing that needs to happen in my freaking house!
Suddenly the room went quiet, and I was left to return the pistol in its rightful place, before resuming where I left off.
"Princess Luna," I stutter nervously, scratching the back of my head as the oven comes on. "You certainly surprised me with your presence. Your sister told me that you will be here, but I did not expect your visit to be so soon."
"Are you the one she calls Marcus Vegora?" I heard her ask in an irritable tone.
"Yup. . .that's me," I say as I bat my eyes across the room. "How may I be of service to you?"
Princess Luna glares at me and clears her throat. "I do notlike you."
Well. . .shit.
Cool, do whatever makes you comfortable man. I don't think your readers will mind the shifts as long as they work together well. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
Have a nice day!
it looks good to me
~ works as long as you do perspective changes between characters with some sort of page break
Wooks gweat