Thinking about stories

So... remember the snowdrift from my last blog? It grew, and by now there's a blizzard. Not a huge one, but it's there.

My portable heater just turned itself back on, even though it's set to maximum settings; it means that the ambient cold managed to overpower this small saviour of mine, and it had to go to the situation's rescue. Right now, I'm cowering under two sheet layers, and three levels of clothes.

It isn't this cataclysmic, my resistance to cold simply seems to be at negligible levels, and the fact that I'm maintaining a small fever probably doesn't help.

I could light the fireplace, but doing so or even speaking up about it would require leaving this sheltering haven of sheets upon sheets upon sheets stacked up on my grateful body.

This is indeed a serious dilemma.

Heater off. Heater on again.

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Just recently, the amazing River Shy here, whom I wanted to call my friend but hesitated to do so without her consent (), published a new story, Luna's Stallion.

It's a really short one-shot to go along a drawn artwork, and for me, it kind of goes together with it; it's not as much a work of narrative fiction as one small, contained system, a complete work of art for you to enjoy.

Oh course, as it concerns the Best Pricess^TM, I had to give it a shot.

I'd recommend any of you to go and check it out even briefly. I don't want to and don't really intend to make this too much of a review, but the story is a really nice read. It's... actually easy to read, but still shows its unique style of writing clearly, and it works. The vibe it gives really nicely paints the small bit of Equestria back then, from a more direct persepctive of a pony; at least, that's how it came across to me, that's how it felt to me, that is... but that's not the main reason I'm mentioning the story.

Heater off... and on again.

You see... this story, alongside my own small ventures and secretive peeks into my own past work, it made me think about writing... my own writing, stories I have already done... the worlds and universes I built.

Did you know that? I've always been primary a worldbuilder by heart, I'd take nothing and make it into a thriving world.

I do consider it art. I... have reasons, but it's something hard to appreciate. You can't gaze or read it all... the only thing you have are maps and encyclopedic articles, and it's their contents, not visuals which are the core, the branch itself.

For me, it is part of literature at heart. Writing all down, making it nice, and comfy, and fitting, and set up in such a way to motivate me for further writing as well... it requires what writing narratively would. One thing can be said in a multitude of ways...

I've been a worldbuilder for long. My primary universe, my... probably the Magnum Opus of my life so far, it spans a timeline of four thousand years by now...

For me... a universe has never been just a background upon which to project stories and motives. Truths, conflicts, deeper thoughts... the world is part of the story.

Do you reme,ber the universe of 1984? How it looked and worked, and functioned?

It, the world itself, would be enough to tell me a story... well, it does, it relays a good portion of it, it establishes the vibe and plays along for the motives.

Although... the world, the universe, it is part of the story itself, isn't it? Literally... the plot. It's hard to separate... and yet the defining factor here, for me, is the focus. What... stands at the center of attention.

It's like writing timelines, but so much more to it.

And... you see... some of you reading this, you might possibly be here because of my stories... if you followed long ago, that is likely. That was the only thing I could give...

So... you know, maybe, that I have two... one is a one-shot, not the shortest, but a one-shot... it features armageddon, the end of nights. It deals with loneliness and humanity...

Some people have suggested it portrays somepony on the edge of madness... for me... it isn't really like that.

It portrays someone who does what they can, and they can everything. They live their life like they always have, but reactions, words, none of that matters... much of the time, it doesn't. At times fear and loneliness, and the gravity of the situation not only being known, but sinking in more and more firmly can bring this pony to the edge of madness... but that hasn't been conceived as the main theme; well, not directly.

The story describes the world. It does, a lot, and whether that!s good or bad, I can't say objectively... it is my quirk, I guess, it is.

But it's funny how use things like that, or like the War in my novel fic here... to kind of just eclipse the whole scene, you know...? And despite that I channel myself into these characters like there's no tomorrow... well... a part of myself...

I may, and probably will, yet write more on that topic... just reflections, like these here.

Heater off... and on again.

Thank you all ince again.