So.
You may have noticed me launching an anthology recently. Instead of continuing my cyberpunk story, with deadline swiftly approaching. Or continuing my other ongoing stories. Basically instead of anything I'd planned to do this month.
Goal Progress: 148% Edit: Make that 219%
You guys are amazing. Seriously.
I'm expecting Paypal's collectors to hound me a little more. The left hand and the right hand may not be speedy in talking to each other, and there's physical mail involved in this process, which slows everything else down. But they'll be hounding me while I have a positive balance to show, and that makes all the difference.
With the state of the world, only a matter of time before I needed to get familiar with how GoFundMe works.
See the previous blog post for the situation, and here for the GoFundMe I'm talking about.
So, I've had a busy time this week.
Takes a special kind of day to make me want to crawl back into bed and wait for tomorrow when it isn't even noon yet.
Well. Given that my sleep "schedule" can be roughly defined as "an owl with a crack habit" thanks to rampant insomnia with a side of panic attacks, there are days when I'm still in bed at noon, but let's set aside those minor details.
To catch up the new followers: Original blog post, 1st Update, 2nd Update (middle section of the multi-blog)
It's sad to see next year will be the last BronyCon, but I do hope this won't kill the fandom, I believe Bronies and fans of FiM will transcend beyond Friendship is Magic, because I myself being someone who is a Brony and has been in the fandom since 2015 has strong faith that Bronies will never end, even if the show ends, we will go beyond to the G5 show, I am sort of looking forward to G5, and yes, I may have some doubts in G5, but we will see how things go when it starts.
It's really a case of "when" rather than "if" with Covid, isn't it? And managing to dodge it for almost four years is a pretty good record. That's what I've been telling myself, anyway.
I can't take much more of this. What am I doing here? More than all else, I'd like to go home. Yet this is home now, is it? But no one likes me here. I have just brought a body back, this time a fresh one, one I had unintentionally killed. I don't even know how I did that. Am I being senselessly oblivious? In recent date, I lost our mentor. Friend. Neighbor. Clot friend.
June Thirteen. Second full day since I lost us our companion in this disaster. This is terrible. Not only that, I saw somebody die. Now I have prepared it for a meal. I have always been eccentric and macabre, but I have never been evil. What low will I stoop to next?
I woke up early. Much earlier than usual. It's currently the earlier hours of the afternoon for June third, but it feels much longer than it usually is, likely on account that something woke me up around one AM.
Seventh of June, Monday. That day we all dread. More specifically that day of the week none of us liked. It doesn't matter now, I guess. I should leave my worries behind. But I kind of wish my brother, my mother, my favorite cousin, and next door neighbor were here.
Sixth and presumably final day here in this strange, illustration like land. That weird queen, princess, or whatever is not one who seems to be dishonest to her word. She sent us back to the apple farm with a very special procession. The info is back again, and this time I took it with far more dignity than I did the first. In fact we all did.
Saturday the Seventeenth of June. Naturally we should all feel depressed. The situation never becomes less undesirable, but you can't consistently be sad anymore than you can be eternally blissful. The sentient mind doesn't work that way. I feel much better than ever physically. I should be more spry. I'm not. Maybe I should remove that there bracelet. Maybe I might ride me bicycle. There have been less effective ways to get up than literally getting up. I feel less and less inclined
I woke up feeling very well rested the following morning. Early enough to see the break of dawn. I cannot recall the last time I watched the sunrise, though I had to be more careful now, since my eyes are more sensitive than they've ever been. Seeing that sun rise above the illustration like mountains with identical patterns, yet rich texture was like something from a dream. Or a painting.
Hello all!
Im so sorry that I haven't updated in long time... life caught up to me and I went through so many crap that left me so BUSY to deal with them all- I don't need to divulge into them all but rather I wanted to let you know that I'll possibly either keep writing His Black Heart's Inquiry or re-write it with new plot that has been brewing in my head for some time.
N/A. No. Nothing exciting has happened on the twentieth, save the weird dream I had the evening before. Much like Anthony's, an elegant lady in a very regal looking cerulean dress, silver shoes, silver crown with sapphires, and mannerisms that command respect was at its core. No doubt we were looking at a diplomatic mare/woman with loads of experience in leadership, on top of being the most powerful witch this world has ever known. Like before, She was contacting someone from another
August second. I have had the time of my life, however special that may be. There's not much to live for. Except our in-residents, later neighbors have vanished. I'd like to say it's a good riddance, had it not been for the fact that my drinking buddy and co film appreciator had gone with them. Damn. This is *not* what I had bargained for at all. Sweet's scarlet mess is a minor annoyance compared to having the literal basement dwellers at our door, and demanding the location of the
May 30, Sunday. It's finally clicked. Another day I like to go easy on, and it's finally got to me. I always detested my entire family. I never desired their presence, because they were always there. I never went to them or made any point of paying visits, because they would always come to me whether I asked them or not. What now? I would tell them to leave me alone, and they occasionally would. Now I'll never see my brother, my mother, my father, or my cousins again. I have long since
June first. Tuesday. It's once again Tuesday, and officially over a week since we've been transported minutes to hours into the future except Sweet Stuff and the Hadley's, who will soon follow this time tomorrow or by mid week. I don't know how much longer keeping the date will be relevant, but I want to keep it such as best I can. It'll keep me from going insane, even if it makes me neurotic, if that makes any sense.
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