I find it simultaneously amusing and irritating, the amount of complaints I'm seeing about the new episode/finale where Twilight is apparently converted to Alicorn form. It's annoying because it's happened and there's nothing you can do about it, so I kinda wish people would get over it, but at the same time it's amusing because I actually stopped watching the show at the finale of the second season so...
Heh.
No tables were flipped this morning at 3:30am
On a more serious note, I'm not dead. I know it's been a while since I've updated, and whilst I wish I could give you an adequate excuse, I'm afraid I only have one or two half assed, never accepted ones. Real Life is, believe it or not, quite time consuming, and work gets in the way heaps, since the Night is generally when I'm most creative and productive. I have been working on the final chapter for Ghosts of Skeleton's Past, and the followup chapter for Oneirophobia. But dark times struck, and my mind took on a more morbid twist, and thus began a bit of a little project on the side, dark and dangerous. Still Equestria based but....
I'm considering scrapping the Phobia series on here, at least until I have the motivation to continue rewriting them. Don't get me wrong, I'll leave Paranoia, Noctiphobia and Pyrophobia up, and probably Oneirophobia, but it will take some time before I upload another, mainly from stress and lack of motivation to rewrite them. I look at my work, and I can't stand it. Paranoia annoys me, Oneirophobia bores me, and Noctiphobia is just a gigantic clusterf*** in my head. The plot is so convoluted, so stupid, that the entire series suddenly seems stupid. Perhaps if I had completely free reign, I might had made something out of it, but I don't. I'll still complete it, in time, but I'll never write things as well as I want. If I could write like a few of my favorite authors on here, I'd be happy, but even practice...
I feel like I'm never improving. I lengthen it all, yeah, but has it gotten better? I don't think so. Long winded and annoying perhaps, but not better. I always told myself Literature was what I was good at. Apparently, I was wrong. I wrote the first draft for Paranoia in eight hours. Eight. Hours. It took me weeks to finish Paranoia, and even then I got sidetracked. Then everyone started praising my second least favorite work, and my blandest character Skeleton Grin. Think about it. Really, what's so special about her? I don't understand it. Nyctophobia was... I'm not even sure what that was. It was weird and spur of the moment.
In any case, reality, depression (Oh shush, I'm bipolar/Manic Depressive) and sickness has staved off creative juices, and that's why nothing's been done recently along with lack of motivation. Sorry about that.