One Week Later…
The next edition to Pen Name’s story had hit the local book shops in Canterlot. To his surprise, the update did a lot better than the previous content already published. Grinning, Pen knew he had a certain character to thank for their harsh, yet honest advice.
As he sat back on his seat at the front of his desk, Pen couldn’t help but think about his interesting, although annoying experience with his own character practically roasting him alive for the choices he made in his story. Although, a part of him admitted that he deserved what Applejack said while another side claimed it shouldn’t have mattered what she thought about the story as long as he had fun while writing it. This conflict erupted into a debate within his head.
Isn’t the point of writing supposed to be having fun with our imagination? Or should I be taking this seriously? I mean, the ponies do want quality content, right? Otherwise, would they just simply ignore it? Then again, some of them do like troll stories. Pen scratched his chin, pondering upon those questions.
He never understood troll stories and why they are constantly written. Absolutely nothing guided their plot's structure, thus they are usually their own free standing tale with the most obscene, weird, crazy, and far-fetched ideas. They are sometimes, without a doubt, stupendously insane with a side of ridiculousness. The only explanation Pen could come up with was maybe they did the same thing to the writer that he liked to do with his stories.
Pen liked to have fun with what he wrote since his own imagination sometimes gave him exciting ideas, motivating him to write them down to the best of his abilities. Yet, he also knew that when he began writing them down, not a single aspect about it needed to be completely ridiculous, unexplained, or just plain confusing. Thus, that was when the seriousness within his writing would kick in.
However, Pen sorta had a short attention span, with a patience to match. He wanted the story to be written down and finished as soon as it was started, yet Pen unfortunately knew that wasn’t ever going to be the case. Most of his stories took a lot of time to be completely written out before they are even sent through the editing process, to which that could sometimes take even longer than writing the novel itself.
The complete writing process constantly frustrated Pen until he finally asked himself, Then why am I even doing this in the first place when I could be spending my free time elsewhere?
He then stared blankly at the wall for moment until he moved his chair away from the desk. Getting down from the seat, he kept his blank expression as he walked over towards his door. Opening it up, Pen Name decided to not dwell inside his home anymore. Instead, he went outside to enjoy the beautiful day.
Then he remembered, Oh Celestia! I’m getting paid to do this! Crap!