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It's finals week!

And I have been spending a worrying portion of my study time doing pony stuff. No matter, I'm always good at taking tests. I'm sure I'll ace this exam on... what was I taking, again? Morpho-something, I think. They'll probably write it up on the board.

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So... I now have a pony OC. There is no escape for me now.

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You may or may not know, but lately I have been participating in a thing called Thirty Minute Ponies. Every day, they put up a writing prompt, and you try and come up with a story you can write for that prompt in thirty minutes. You can take as much time as you like to think about and plan it out, but once you start writing, you're expected to stop after thirty minutes. It's been great practice for me in all sorts of respects. It's really helped

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And we'll never stop our journey...

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Is very good day. Many things happen which make Esle smile.

I write many words, some of which I share with my comrades in Glorious Apple Pie Revolution.

Attractive and clever spouse, who is good with numbers and is very attractive, gets taxes done and wins refund for our glorious cause. Attractive spouse is credit to marriage!

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Friendship is Dragons

Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh, omigosh!

This thing! I don't mean to resort to cliches, but this thing is the Best. Possible. Thing!

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Poor Blueblood. Half of the palace is only accessible if you can fly.

It's time for another Priority Rundown!

This time I'll give you guys a color code:
This story or chapter is well on its way, and its release is imminent.
I have a fair start on this story or chapter, and am committed to finishing it.

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So, it's been more than a week since the finale. And I figured that maybe if I let it set for a bit, I might be able to form a thought on it after it cooled down. But it's been a week, and I still don't have my own opinion on the season three finale.

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I came up with a terrible idea for an alternate ending to The Wendersnaven, and I just had to share it. Obviously not to be taken seriously.

An hour passed, and then another. The two of them saw finches and sparrows and robins. They saw field mice and shrews. They saw a fox dart across the green landscape, and they spotted an otter splash across the stream below them. But they did not see anything they could call a Wendersnaven.

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