Well, I'm at 2,479 words in the next chapter...and I'm aout halfway done with it. It's going to be tough to write, having been in a state of writer's coma for a few months and this being a chapter with ridiculous amounts of new character insights. Between adding Ebony and Firefly to the mix as well as the whole thing that's been going on with Steel. I also need to check the last couple chapters and make sure that the story is still lining up. It's been so long that I hardly remember what's going on

So, in other words, I'm hoping to have a chapter to you guys before long (like I haven't said that a thousand times over the last few months), and I actually do intend to follow through now. I'm still living a very busy life (working 9 and a half hours a day and then doing a ton of service work an hour away from home), but I am going to force myself to make time for writing. I miss it, and I want to get back into it to finish If You Hear Me, Let Me Know and get to the crap ton of other stuff I've started and not finished.

Anyway, just letting you know what's up! Love you all!

I just want you all to know that I'm making progress on the next chapter of If You Hear Me, Let Me Know. I've written about 300 words today, and I'm starting towards a more lighthearted finish. I'm going to try to get at least 1,000 words written before I go to bed tonight. I'm hoping that the final product of this chapter will be 3,500-5,000 words.

Stay Awesome,

Corny

Can someone tell me? I haven't been on here in ages! What's been going on?! I have so much writing to do! And luckily, I have most of tomorrow to catch up on it! Hopefully!

I promise I still love you guys! I really do!

Christians: If you put a cross up as your profile picture to say that you are against gay marriage, you are bastardizing it. The cross represents the atonement for our sins because God placed the punishment we deserve on Christ. Remember, in the words of Casting Crowns:

"Nobody knows what we're for, only what we're against when we judge the wounded." (Song: Jesus, Friend of Sinners)

People who support gay marriage (yes, I am aware that there are Christians in this group as well): Just because people believe that gay marriage is wrong doesn't make them bigots. In fact, if the first thing you do when you learn that someone is against gay marriage is attack them and call them bigots, YOU are being the bigot. Stop it.

Seriously, world! People are so quick to blame everything and everyone that isn't themselves for the problems in the world! In the words of Michael Jackson:

"If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at YOURSELF and make a change!" (Song: Man in the Mirror)

Stop judging people! Just stop! When all we do is fight over stupid little issues like gay marriage all we do is divide the world! If we ever want to have a more peaceful world, we need to stop fighting, and that starts with choosing to respect the opinions of other people! Put down your signs, cross over the lines, and love like Christ did. Whether you are a Christian or not, that is an example that we can and NEED to follow.

Sorry, I haven't been on much. Life has been all over the place, and it hasn't involved ponies for a while. I've been getting the same question a lot. The "when are you going to finish your dashfire/scootaloo series" question. At this point, I am honestly unsure that I will. I want to, I really do, but right now I don't see it happening at the very least in the next few months. God's been throwing curveballs at me (because I need them thrown at me so I can learn how to hit them), and my life is everywhere but on the smooth track I want it to be on. And to be honest, I'm losing my interest in writing. Writing was almost a crutch for me to hold over my creative mind until I could start creating music. Now that I have the ability to create music, that's honestly what I want to do. So I'm sorry to say this, but I honestly can't even guarantee a conclusion to those stories at all. I can promise you that I'll try to finish them, but I don't honestly know. I am so so sorry, I know you guys love those stories, even though I doubt them myself, and I know you really want a conclusion to them, even though the endings aren't exactly going to be twist-y. I'll try to finish them when life slows down, but I just can't guarantee it anymore.

I'm sorry.

God expanded my direction and showed me the importance of listening to all of what He has to say before jumping to conclusions. While I do have to be actively involved in a church other than my home church, I'm supposed to be actively involved in both of them. God wants me to start working toward building unity in His church again, and that starts with one step. This is that first step. I'm still going to be not writing, and I'm still going to be very busy (probably busier now), but God taught me the importance of listening and opening my mind to think outside the box.

Praise the Lord!

That just happened to me. Today, God called me to leave my home church. A church community that I've been a part of for the past 7 years. As of the last two years, it's become the biggest part of my life. I love that church community more than I can possibly tell any of, and most of my best friends are people I met there. I spent about an hour and a half crying when I realized that I have to leave that place. I'm probably never going to get to sleep tonight. God never promised that following Him would be easy. I am happy that I can serve His kingdom elsewhere and live into the dreams He's put on my heart in a way I never could at my current church, but it breaks my heart to say goodbye to that community.

To you, this means that all progress I've made in writing is now ground to a halt. Until I get my life back in order, I'm not even going to try to write on here. I might write a song or two about leaving a community for the glory of God, but I'll figure that out later.

Goodnight guys. Sorry to break my promise of getting a story update to you soon.

I'm an insomniac who happens to be a morning person, and an introvert who happens to be outgoing.

Can somepony explain this to me?

I published the next chapter of The Artifact. I wrote it a long time ago, hated it, looked at it today, almost liked it, gave it some minor tweaks, liked it enough to publish it. So have some story. I know I decided to stop writing it, but I kinda want to pick it up again.

Here's a sneak peak at the next chapter of If You Hear Me, Let Me Know!

"Mom? Everything alright?" Scootaloo asked. Spitfire smiled warmly, but again, Scootaloo could sense a certain weariness from the older mare.

"Everything's fine, Scoot," Spitfire responded, breathing a sigh of relief. "For once, everything is just fine. Come on, there's a couple of ponies I'd like you to meet."

Scootaloo cocked an eyebrow at her mom.

"You're not going to tell me that my birthparents weren't my actual birthparents and that I was kidnapped at birth and swapped with a flash clone that only lived to be eight years old, are you?"

Spitfire blinked, her face a mask of utter confusion.

"I'm not sure what's worse...the fact that I raised my daughter to have a capacity to come up with whacked-out ideas like that or the fact that my family life is so ridiculous that your suggestion actually could be very plausible."

This time, it was Scootaloo's turn to blink and wear a mask of confusion.

"Wait...that's not-"

"No, it's nothing like that," Spitfire answered quickly. "Come on, let's just-"

"Uh, Spits? What do I do when the water starts to boil? Maybe if I...SWEET CELESTIA AND ALL HER WACKY NEPHEWS, THAT IS A HOT POT!" Rainbow screamed from the kitchen, accompanied by a loud crash from what sounded like pots and pans falling to a hardwood floor-an impressive feat in a cloud home. Spitfire rolled her eyes, and Scootaloo heard a couple of voices from the kitchen that she didn't recognize.

"You turn down the burner! Haven't you ever cooked before?" A female voice asked.

"Yes! Well, kind of! I mean, I know how to use a microwave! That counts as cooking!" Rainbow answered.

"No, it really doesn't," A male voice retorted.

Spitfire planted a hoof to her face before turning around and heading to the kitchen, while Scootaloo and Lightning simply chuckled at Rainbow Dash's simply being Rainbow Dash. The couple stepped into the kitchen, where Spitfire was already busy lecturing Rainbow Dash on the tenets of kitchen safety and reminding her of the reason they couldn't have nice things.

"Sorry, Mooom, Rainbow huffed. Spitfire's face contorted with rage, but before she let her temper get out of hand, she took a deep breath and turned her focus away from the mess in the kitchen and toward her daughter.

"Scootaloo..." Spitfire began. She paused, remembering the last time she suddenly revealed a new family member to one of her children. "These...are your grandparents."

Scootaloo looked at the two older ponies that were in the kitchen, then back to Spitfire. Then back to the older couple, then back to Spitfire.

"Umm...No?" Scootaloo half-asked. Spitfire gave Scootaloo a confused look.

"No? What do you mean, no?"

Scootaloo looked back to the older couple, noticing that they looked significantly more uncomfortable than they had when she first walked in.

"The last time I checked, my grandparents aren't those two ponies. Unless...is this that "plastic surgery" thing I keep hearing about?"

Spitfire brought a hoof to her face for roughly the millionth time in this trilogy. Her hoof had seemed to naturally seek her face, as if there were a magnetic connection between the two parts of her body. Rainbow Dash simply fell over in raucous laughter.

"Scootaloo, these are my parents, not Rainbow's," Spitfire grunted irritably. Upon hearing this revelation, Scootaloo's face lit up with understanding, and an eager smile crossed her features.

"Oh, the one's that ditched you! I get it now!"

As soon as Scootaloo finished her sentence, she regretted her words. The icy daggers that came from Spitfire's eyes seemed to physically pierce Scootaloo's skin, forcing her to shrink back while simultaneously sending shivers up and down her spine. The irony of how a mare by the name of Spitfire could summon such an icy gaze was not lost on Scootaloo, but at the moment the young mare's survival was dependent on flying out of the hole she was in before Spitfire buried her in it.

"-But they're here, visiting, like parents do!" Scootaloo stammered nervously. "And I'm introducing myself to them, because I'm their daughter's daugther! Well kind of, my parents adopted me, and...is it hot in here?"

And that's a sneak peak! I am going to spend the rest of my evening tonight working on it, and hopefully getting close to finishing it! Wish me luck!