Dunno what, not a continuation of any of my stories yet, just something to prime the pump. The plump pump. The pleasantly plump pump of doom.

I've been in a weird limbo for the last couple of years. The simplest, and maybe even the most honest thing to say is that I've lost interest in writing, but that doesn't feel right to say. I have lost my interest, but I still want to be interested. I've wondered if maybe it's time to move on from MLP, but I don't know what I'd even move on to.

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So.

Yesterday I decided that I wanted to take my shiny new mountain bike mountain biking. I obtained it through perfectly legal means (no, really) about two months ago and so far I'd only really used it for grocery shopping. Yeah, there was that one trip in the mountains about a week after I bought it, but that was only one trip and I'm getting fat.

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Just letting you guys know because I gotta be held accountable for my work. Wish me luck.

Twilight Sparkle was humming to herself as she placed the last skull at one of the points of the pentagram on her basement floor when Rainbow Dash walked in, surveyed the candle-lit scene, said “Uh...” and backed slowly out again.

Twilight looked at the empty doorway, looked down at the pentagram, looked back up, connected the dots, and scrambled to catch up with her friend.

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Ponies? They know what hands are.

They deal with dragons, griffons, and minotaurs. Sure, not everypony is going to be personally acquainted with one of those, but the latter two are obviously common enough that nobody sees their presence as very remarkable.

THEY KNOW WHAT HANDS ARE.

They are not "paws with wiggly things on the end." They are not "soft talons." They are fucking hands.

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I just finished up a scene for PDP. It's about stuff, and things. It's short, but I'm thinking that maybe I should make it a chapter of its own because it's a bit of mood whiplash compared to the rest of the story. I dunno. I wasn't planning to write anything like it in the first place, but my planned scene went off the rails from the first sentence and it felt right so I didn't stop.

Have an unrelated picture.

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I'm going to be working on my Big Macintosh carving again, so come and join me. Hopefully the stream works properly, it's been giving me a little trouble the last half hour.

https://picarto.tv/live/channel.php?watch=awadd

Feeling awesome.

That is all.

Well, not actually, all all. I guess I have some more to say.

I'm just finishing up the first part of a three-part story that I've had on the back burner for a while now. If all goes right (hah, since when has that ever happened), I'll have it ready to post by the beginning of the week.

In the woods, like bears and popes.

Take that Walden Pond guy for example, he shat in the woods all the time and look where it got him. It got him living next to a kickass pond, that's where it got him! Do you live next to a kickass pond?

No, you don't! You know why? It's because you're too good to shit in the woods.

You hack.

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