Idiosyncrasies, plus! · 3:10pm
Things I do while writing, preparing to write, or procrastinating from writing, in no particular order:
1. Listen to Adele
2. Imbibe alcohol. I've graduated to getting it straight from the bottle
3. Reread what I've written with the background set to "medium dark." Gives me a new view on how the words play together.
4. Make chicken at 4 A.M. I've gotten good at it.
5. Pick a road and drive down it until it turns to dirt.
6. Make blog posts about what I do when I'm procrastinating.
7. Shuffle a long playlist of movies on my computer
8. World of Warcraft (It's an addiction).
9. Debate driving to my grandmother's house and sleeping on her living room floor.
10. Write computer programs.
11. Debate buying viola and teaching myself how to not suck (played as a kid - did suck).
12. Make people angry on the internet, primarily via YouTube.
13. Correct people who are wrong on the internet. This takes up a lot of time.
14. Mourn for authors on this site that have disappeared, for one reason or another.
15. Compose and then delete messages of fondness for said authors. Nobody likes a fanboy.
I might update this as time goes by.
Addendum: Since I don't like to overload the blog box - you're welcome, three people who actually pay attention to me - I'm adding below a section of the new story that I've scrapped. It took the characterization of Cadance I wanted in the wrong direction. I knew it would, but I felt like exploring the conversation a little further to see if anything came out of it. As of now it's a dead end, but I want it around for posterity. And no, you get no context to frame the bit.
Twilight smiled back at her. Her next question has some very bleak implications for them both, if it's true.
No point in galloping around the barrel
"How old are you?"
"That's more innocent than I was expecting," Cadance said with her best fake smile. Twilight was leading up to something and she knew it. "How old do I look?"
"Based on your wingspan, horn length, and height, you appear to be in your mid twenties." Twilight was ever the encyclopedia.
"Then why ask, little sister?"
There it is again
"You said you were raised by a village of earth ponies. Were there only earth ponies in your village?"
"You're a clever princess, you know that, right?" she replied with a sigh. "Almost exclusively, yes. That's part of why we had the trouble with Prisma. My village was very, um, cautious, of outsiders. They weren't bad ponies - they did take me in, even though I was a pegasus. They were just a little slow to adjust. Anyway, yes, I'm a few years older than I look. I seemed to grow in occasional quick spurts since I transformed. That's why I made such a good foal sitter." Cadance smiled at the memories of a young Twilight hopping around like a filly in a candy store. "I was experienced enough to take care of you, but not so grown up that we couldn't be friends."