Well, I was Gunna post an image of my handwritten first chapter and let you try and decipher Voyinch Manuscript 2: Electric Boogaloo(A.k.a The Pony Fic I finally deecided to get off my but and start writing. It's amazing what discovering an empty notebook, a working pen and that you can't sleep in quick succesion will do) for any semblance of readability, but it appears that my only camera sucks to such an extent that it makes my illegible handwriting Even more so. *sigh* Oh well. Now you know I'm actually working on something, rather than just spinning my wheels. I think I've found the process that works best to get my creativeness going: Go to bed. Wait until my parents have gone to sleep. Go back into my computer room and steal my computer chair, since its the only bloody chair in the house that doesn't suck nads. Carry the thing into my room, being careful not to run into anything. Place chair in front of my desk, repurpose Portable gaming devies as mini-torches, so that in the event of late night parental bathroom breaks, they won't see my Obnoxiously bright bedroom light coming from in under the door. Take pen in hand, Write pages and pages of stuff. Of the 4 or so pages I wrote last night, Only 3 of them are actual fic. The first is a basic synopsis of what I'm doing with the story, for about half the page and the other half is devoted to random Fic Ideas that I might do at some point in the future. Then I go on to re-write the entirety of what I had already written in the proulouge, And then another page and a half of ORIGINAL WORDS HUZZAH. And all through the margins are little snarky notes to myself, Random Doodles of Interconnected Asterisks, the Text of the few footnotes I didn't think I'd remember the contents of and one little box complimenting myself on writing the most beautiful h I have ever seen. I looked at this h and suddenly realised how some people could take such stock in calligraphy and writing neatly. It was a life changing h. A h of Epiphany. Granted, the Epiphany is that H is one of the Two words in the english langauge that I'm aware of that doesn't have a proper rhyme (Along with Orange. Purple and Silver Both have proper rhymes: Curple, One of the Buckles on a saddle, to prevent the Saddle from kicking foward and Chilver, a Female lamb, respectively) Geeze, thinking I meant it inspired me to be neater and yadda yadda yadda? You're so silly, dear reader, Why would it do that? (a Note though: My handwriting is actually about as neat as it is possible for me to get it. That means, by most peoples standards, it's only barely legible If they put a bit of effort into deciphering it. Beautiful h's or no, I'm as good as I'm going to get)