Now, you may think me to be infinitely confident.
This isn't the case, and I'll substitute the essay with a quote quickly enough that I won't have time to reconsider this late-night, mildly sleep-intoxicated post.
I recall the grand Applejinx once asking me:
I'm just wondering, if you wrote something without even the self-defense of nonchalance, what would it be?
and I've more or less come to the conclusion that if I were to choose any of the things I've written that I simply could not share without exposing a bit of myself - ponyfic being enough to hide behind as an effortless sort of joke or experiment - it would be the thing that's caused me to spend a great deal of time on this:
Pictured: I learnt Illustrator for this, Jesus.
Yes, I've gone into original fiction, and the volumes of positive feedback I've gotten on it
Pictured: volumes of positive feedback. I think this is all British for 'you're a very good writer'.
has pumped my overinflated ego to soaring heights. As the pitch goes, it's a first-person science fantasy adventure novel about a magical surgeon girl who goes on adventures with her unlikely friend around a post-apocalyptic wasteland filled with French Muslims; if that sounds fun, commenting's enabled and it's unfinished and unedited. Go nuts if you want to.