Well ladies and gents, this will be the last Saturday we'll all be here, waiting for a new episode to drop.
I haven't seen it, and I've largely avoided spoilers, so I really don't know entirely what to expect. I'm nervous. Excited. Anxious. Hopeful. Wistful. Lots of things, really. We'll see how it all shakes out.
I think I've mentioned in a recent blog that I've been working on a revision for Favorable Alignment, because I found some things (a short list of things, but still) that weren't up to par and really looked like they were in need of just... a once-over, of sorts. That story is by far my favorite of all my works, and I would like it to reflect that. Hence the revisions, when I have the time for them (and cramming in updates for Enemy of Mine because that is a thing, also). So far,
Hi guys! I had a question for some of y'all. I've been teasing that true crime-y/NSFW gore story project for a while. It's currently 7/11 chapters into it's first act. I have the eighth on the backburner while I work on Enemy of Mine first, of course. I don't normally do research on stories or for their content beyond "How can I make a pun out of this?" and "How does this thing work?" because I generally do not need to. Fantasy story research doesn't generally fall in the realm of
Day One!
Alarm went off at 6:45. Hadn’t slept badly, and felt pretty ok. Excited for the con! No more sensation of still being on a plane, either, which was nice. No one else up yet. Had a shave and didn’t cut myself – great success. Not that I often cut myself shaving, but sod’s law says that when that does happen, it’s on an important day. So an important day where my face survives the morning intact is off to a good start.
Well, there are eleven days left for the deadline of the contest (remember: February 2nd), and so far we have one submission and sixty-seven goddamn applications.
Jesus fuck, my judges are going to die. I ain't, however. You can't kill what's already dead, and -- well, y'all read the berry blog already. Some things, a man can't come back from. I think biologically you can't classify me as human anymore. Gagh.
These are the Shadowbolts. The one with silver-blue hair and orange-ish glasses is my next waifu.
Happy Hearth's Warming to all, and to all a good night, day, morning, evening, brunch, mid-afternoon, tea time, lunch break--whatever time zone it is you happen to be reading this in!
Hi everyone!
Just a quick announcement that, due to external circumstances such as a crippling writer's block regarding this story, I realized that I needed a fresh start with EL.
lmao can you believe i've been working on this for two years what the heck
ANYWAY YES, EL is two years old now so I made a sappy blogpost shhhh I'm putting it under the cut because there's SPOILERS, and I'd like to quickly mention that, if you haven't read Chapter 24 yet AND skipped the interlude, please go back and read the interlude because it's linked to the chapter.
“When this is over, I will see her burn for what she’s done.”
— Wind Rider
The incredible Scribbler read my story! It's even better than I imagined it while writing it. You can listen to it here:
So, as a lot of you have noticed, I have an abundance of stories on this site. Problem is, a lot of them are random one-offs that tie into my main story, "The Not-So-Normal Adventures of King Sombra and Pinkie Pie." Now, the reason this is a problem is because... Well, here's all the one-shots...