night everypony
i would stay up later but my mom wants me off my laptop
so night everyone thats a sleepy face btw
night everypony
i would stay up later but my mom wants me off my laptop
so night everyone thats a sleepy face btw
Hello everyone! This is just a blog post to let you know that I am, in fact, still around. Also, more importantly, I am writing another story. It's just been slow-going. The simple explanation for my recent silence is just that I've been getting used to my new job. Part of that is just adjusting to a new routine, and the other part is the crushing existential angst of switching careers and wondering if I made the right decision and just need to grow into it, or if I'm just settling for
November was a good month for me, both for writing and in meat space.
Writing-wise, I put out three stories last month. This is a new record for me. Seriously, I'm more inconsistent than quality in a DC superhero movie.
The last story I posted in November did... Well, astoundingly well. I expected to get a few chuckles and then have my story get buried by others of higher quality.
Howdy folks!
With BronyCon in the rearview mirror, I’ve been feeling productive of late. While waiting on Thursday night for my roommates to arrive at the hotel, I started editing an old writeoff story of mine, and managed to finish it off and post it yesterday afternoon:
Y’all may remember from yesterday (technically, really early this morning) I lost my shovel, found my shovel, broke my shovel, bought a new shovel, and then broke that shovel, too.
Naturally, our tale does not end there.
Nor, fortunately, does the collection of shovel-themed pony pics.
Yesterday, someone linked me to a r/WritingPrompts thread on reddit with an interesting prompt that inspired me. The prompt was "It has long been believed that the Illusion school of magic is by far the weakest of the schools. You, an acolyte, begin to suspect that it is in fact the strongest school, and the elder illusionists have been going to great lengths to hide this."
Hey folks,
First I want to say thanks again for enjoying A Whole New Responsibility, the love you've all given it really has made the entire process worthwhile, and I wouldn't trade it for the world, however... I've read a lot of comments and several PMs in regards to the last chapter, and a fair amount of them are talking about a sequel, well I think I should tell you right here and right now.
It's not happening.
Dewdrops on the Grass will be proud to present not one, but two long form stories!
First...
Even as I stood I kept my gaze steady on her, sharp pain biting into my heart like a set of fanged jaws. “Amelia, I’m sorry it was my magic–”
“Thank you, Ensign, that will be all,” she cut me off sharply.
You've watched.
“Good. We’ll want to do the same on the Enterprise, then,” he said. “Last thing we need is a warp core breach.”
Blog Number 70: Coronavirus Fund Edition
Just a brief message this time, because this info might have been buried somewhat in the previous blog post.
I also want to let people know there is a way to donate safely to the World Health Organization if you want to. That's the COVID-19 Solidarity Response Fund. A link directly to the official site is included below:
Despite picking up “con crud” at Gallifrey One last weekend, I am crawling out of my cave of misery to livecast today. Being with friends always makes me feel better. Even minutes after waking up from hernia surgery years ago, I wanted my friends there around me. Everyone was saying, “you need to rest” and I said, “Screw that. I’ll sleep tonight.” It works. I got out of the hospital the next day feeling weak but so much better for their company and fun!
Those Who Live Forever is a very obscure story that was recommended to me by Cerulean Voice.
The doors of the Badfic Slaughterhouse have opened once more, and six stories now stand in front of the Badfic Grinder 3000™ (revision 6). Continue reading to find out which ones should go onto your reading lists and which will be thrown into the grinder for your twisted amusement.
Also, an important (to me, at least) message is waiting at the end.
In this edition of Badfic Slaughterhouse:
—Celestia OP. Nerf plz.
—An action scene is re-envisioned with creepy groping.
Now, I'm gonna get back to watching Batman: The Animated Series. I've been liveblogging it on tumblr for the past couple days and I'm honestly having the BEST TIME. It's not only been a trip down memory lane, but also fun to watch because omfg there were so many bad puns I LOVE IT. I'm not as far as I want to be, but I'm close to reuniting with a childhood favorite of mine:
Looks like some cute little egg head has lost something, the question is, what would you do? I know what I'd do. I mean, no one can say no to that adorable little face!
You should give the cute little book horse her book back, of course!
Comedy is subjective.
—Someone with no taste.
If you folks know anything about me – and you do, as I have no idea what concepts like “privacy” or “shame” are – you know I like comedy. I keep writing comedy, I keep writing about comedy, and I’ve gone out of my way to make my life a total joke just to be thematically consistent.
With this in mind, and seeing how this website could always do with more good comedies, I’m happy to introduce—
So basically I've dropped the ball and it doesn't look like I'm going to get this chapter finished tonight.
Le gasp!