Oh, so this is how I do a blog post. · 7:39am Sep 25th, 2012
Hm, I've never done one of these before. Fancy that.
It's as though there's so much room here to stretch my creative potential to its utmost limits!
But instead I plan on rambling and prating a bit, because I'm intoxicated on insomnia. I mean... I haven't slept for too long. It's 2:00 AM. Prepare your mind for whatever happens to burst forth from mine.
Perhaps I should explain why I put Flights and Feelings on hiatus, and why What's wrong with Tia ended before it really began?
Well, it all started when I was born...
And then...
So like...
Yeah.
Wow that was terrible. Okay, Flights and Feelings.
My first thoughts when creating it: I want to impress my favorite author ever by creating a great story!
My later thoughts: Wow, writing is hard and everyone's a critic.
My later later thoughts: Buck it, I give up on this. I haven't updated it in forever, and likely won't for a long time.
I have no idea what more to write about. I mean... I don't know where I want the story to go. It's like, I set out on a road trip with no map or directions or knowledge of the area or anything. And somehow everything's smooth sailing whilst I'm still completely oblivious to the environment around me (as per usual), but now I'm starting to realize I'm completely lost, and the only real option is to stop and ask for directions, I guess? I think I'm bad at metaphors.
So, I suppose if you read this, I beseech thee, go ahead and comment about something. I do so love comments. I don't even realize why. I suppose because it's like I'm carrying on interesting and intellectual conversations with like-minded individuals, who in general tend to sort of praise something that I've created. But the fact remains that I love to respond to comments. Pretty much every comment I've had I responded to. I think I'm trying to use this blog post as a kind of grasp for attention, a desperate bid for some form of notoriety. I'm seeking out human contact or something, I guess?
So, blog post. Hiatus, Right. Back on track... ish.
It's not so much that writing itself is hard, is it? It's not so much that I can't take criticism, is it? It's that... i had no idea what I was getting into, I had no real motivation, or inspiration, or WHY behind what I was doing, making this story of essentially an OC x Fluttershy ship. In some sort of twisted way I sort of guess I have a sort of mancrush on Fluttershy, I guess? So I was all like "I should totally do a fanfic romance with Fluttershy and OC!" But I'm terrible with names so I found "Blue Skies" who was a male pegasus, on the mlp wiki. Very useful sources of information, wikis are.
just4imagemails, why do you refer to yourself in the third person?
Because of sleep deprivation. I thought we went over this already. Or did we? I'm fairly certain we did. Royal we. Not I, not my. We, our. Us. Everybody stick together. We all need somebody to lean on.
At this point I think I'm trying to just be as nonsensical as possible. Leave a comment below on how well you think I did!
Wait, wasn't I talking about hiatus or something? Of course I was.
Yeah, there's this author I really look up to, Razorbeam. And I'm too lazy to make that an actual link, so search for it on your own bucking time, I guess? Question marks everywhere. But I sort of offered the story up for him to look at, and he sort of mentioned a few errors, a few ways to improve, you know, helpful and constructive criticism. But of course his time is very scarce, so I always treasure pretty much anything that comes forth from his fingertips upon a keyboard.
And then there's Medicshy, who lent his pre-reading services to my story when was convenient for him, and his criticisms were like... well, let's just say they stung a bit more than Razorbeam's, and leave it at that. Medicshy is one who isn't afraid to tell it like it is. Razorbeam was protecting my hormone-addled feelings and holding back in his critique. And I mean, neither of them were really mean or anything. After all, if I actually made a good story in the first place, they wouldn't have so much to point out as being low quality.
My reasoning for putting Flights and Feelings on hiatus: 1. I don't want to cancel it. Cancellations are just not cool. If you cancel your story, you're gonna have a bad time. Or so I think or thought or will think or may have thunk at some point. 2. I'm not really super incredibly busy, but I'm busy enough that I can make decent excuses for why I have no time to write. But that's just more procrastination and laziness from me right here. I tend to do that quite a bit. Honestly, between football, and school, and sometimes work, it's a wonder I find so much time to play games like RuneScape and WoW and Minecraft. Well, not really a wonder. It's quite simple, really. I just reduce sleep a lot. Quite a lot.
We got any Homestuck fans up in this biznitch? Holla to yo troll friends. Moiraillegiance is magic, yo! I think I spelled that wrong, but oh well.
I think my relationship with writing in general is a combination of flushed and caliginous feelings. I love-hate-hate-love the buck out of it. I love the attention, I don't like the work. Because I'm a lazy and unmotivated teenager, I place excess importance on my own exploits, but I'm honestly so insignificant.
You know what? I was about to tell you guys to go read something else, but I'm actually very greedy. Read my stuff. Inspire me to do better, to write more or something! Be awesome fans!
Or you could check out some shortskirtsandexplosions or Razorbeam or theworstwriter or something. Them's some damn fine bona fide super skilled authors up in there.
It's so fun to ramble. I can just go wherever I want with these words. These words are my own. I wonder what words you will use to respond.
Or will this just be me talking to myself? Will no one respond to this? Will I lose followers after they have been subjected to this word-vomit? I should hope not, but do not know for certain. For certain. With certainty. To a degree of certainicalitilificousness. Docious-ali-expi-listic-fragi-cali-repus.
Whoa, my neck's starting to grow weaker. My eyelids, they are becoming weighted by that cumbersome sleep. My head feels as though it weighs... um... a lot. I feel the need to sleep so potently now, that I will end this blog post soon. Ish. Probably just a few more words now for you to read, if you're still with me.
What's wrong with Tia? was just a bad idea for a fic. It wasn't mine. I stole it from some soft-core-porn-exorcist-demon story type deal. But one of the big parts is that the main protagonist, who's super anti-demon, realizes through circumspect means that she's possessed, but somehow still retains control of her faculties. Oh, also there was some inspiration from "Why am I Pinkie Pie?" by Hoopy McGee. But that's like... my story is so far from even comparing with his, it's like looking at a whole nother spectrum of story. Where Hoopy stories would be like, the electromagnetic spectrum in E minor, and my story would be like... a pile of horse droppings. Yeah, loads of self-confidence here.
I probably should've planned this out better before I began writing it. Oh well, it's too late now. I've typed these words. I won't have them undone, hopefully.
I'm going to go play a bit of minecraft, then probably fall asleep without doing my homework, then wake up panicked and tired, and repeat similar routines until someone knocks some sense into me. I'm not very good with common sense.
Okay, hopefully my laptop doesn't shut down suddenly. That would be bad.
Nope? Everything's good? No sudden shutdowns? Awesome.
Toodles!
So like, enjoy this ramblomatic blog post my friends! Or fans! Or fellow bronies! Or kindred spirits! Or jaded and estranged individuals!
I bid you all adieu or something!
Oh, and here's a little blessing for those of you who are nice or like to imagine some sort of parallel universe where you're actually capable of being something which closely resembles niceness. Actually it's just a general brony blessing I'm making up. Here goes!
Dear bronies, I wish and hope and fervently desire that your days and nights go peacefully and wondrously. I desire most that Celestia's warm and sun shining rays warm up your heart and let loose those pent-up feelings of frustration, leaving you tranquil and calm and happy. I desire also that Luna watcheth over thy sleeping countenance, such that no evil grimdark horrorterrors plague your slumber with nightmares, leaving only happy, perhaps pony-related dreams. Good night, good morning, good day, good night, good afternoon, good evening, good everything to you all, to one and all, to all and one, to everybody!
Moustache.
My first blog post was about 1 sentence saying "I might post sometime".
Wow.
382442 Ha! I win. Mine's longer.
You win indeed! Sorry to hear it's on hiatus, but after the last we talked about it, I'm not really surprised. In the end it will probably be a good thing, because when you come back the old perspective will have faded into memory, and you can hit it with a fresh outlook. I suggest when you do decide to get back to it that you do some brainstorming to try and jump-start the passion I know you've got somewhere in that pretty little head of yours for this story. It's there, but sometimes it takes a little poking and prodding to find the way to write it that will satisfy your story-telling hunger. If you like, I'd be happy to help you throw some ideas around and get back on track whenever you'd like.
Also, thanks for all the praise. After reading the whole thing and realizing I got mentioned way more than I deserved, I felt a little sheepish.
You're a damned good fan, chief, and a fine writer. You just need to find the flow of things is all. I'll be around when you decide to sling yourself back in!
Best regards,
Razorbeam.
EDIT: Also, sorry I missed this for so long. For some reason I didn't have you watched, but don't worry. I fixed that.
414307 My friend... seriously... you never cease to amaze me.
It's just like... minds are being blown across every parallel universe. All at once and after each other and before each other. There's just squee-filled brain matter spattering the walls in scads. Squish, squash, sploosh, splat.
Your kind words are taken to heart most fervently.
Any and all helpful advice would surely be appreciated.
I always hope you have a magnificently marvelous day!
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Ah, but I always have a marvelous day! I look forward to your future work. Speaking of, you just turned out a piece based on EAP's 'The Raven', if I'm not mistaken. I will have to give that a read shortly.