Okay, so somehow, I got it into my head that Pony was what I was giving up for Lent. On the plus side, I can say that this was the most successful Lent I have ever had (because I discovered that, strictly speaking, Sundays don't count). On the negative, as soon as Easter came, I Ponied hard. I must've spent almost an entire week deep buried in the depths of FIM- and fan- fiction.net

But I have remembered myself now. I will forsake contact with the fandom once more, excepting Sundays, the scheduled day of Pony. And even then, only when I have completed the essay that is due the day after (of which, I have one for every Monday for the next month or two.. or five, but who's counting?).

Partly, this is because I am currently being forced to suppress an idea I have for a story* (regrettably, my enthusiasm for Beati Mortuis has damped down somewhat. Apparently, gushing about the story you plan to write does weird psychology-type thingies to your mind which means you end up not writing it). But mostly, it is because I just received my exam results back and sweet mother of all that is Holy! That was truly an epic fail. I need to pull off a right decent save with my coursework, else I may well be up the proverbial creek.

*Just so you all know - this is no great loss. It's a HiE fic, with a self-insert (albeit not as the focus... theoretically). And from the set-up alone, I can tell you that it is going to be guilty of several other sins I myself have decried in other works. So no - it is not a good fic, and, like many of my fics, would likely be abandoned a mere few chapters in, if even the first ever saw the light of FIMfiction. I've probably done the world a favour by not writing it. And where would I even get the time to write it? I'm booked up entirely for the foreseeable future.

But knowing all that doesn't stop me from wanting to write it. Which is an irritating, distracting little itch in the back of my head that isn't going to go away for at least a week.