Happy birthday to me · 12:58pm
Only one more year until I officially hit Over The Hill, and it's no longer socially acceptable to celebrate birthdays as an affirmation of my advancement rather than a marker of my slow decline. So: Hurrah! I'm not old yet!  I've got another full year to make an original fiction sale before I stop being A Potential Up-And-Coming Author and start being That Old Guy Who's Still Trying To Break Into The Market! OH GODS PANIC
It would have been cool to release a new story on my birthday, but the Writeoff cycle wasn't obliging: I was scrambling to write a new thing all weekend which I have to remain anonymous on for another 8 days. But the good news is I like what I wrote, and hope to drop it on Fimfic as soon as the timer's up. (Assuming that I can get my Hugo reading done, and more importantly, my 80 Days reading/signal boosting, which is already overdue. Augh augh I'm sorry everyone. You've been so patient. I'm going to claim a birthday mulligan but that is my very next task.)
The good news is that I did get something written and posted after Bronycon, and if you feel up to a story which will make you do this:
... then go check out the latest chapter of my lord master badfic, which seems to have somehow crept up to a positive upvote/downvote ratio (a situation I keep trying to remedy by posting new content to it).
I might maybe have accidentally crossed the streams, getting some Eye of Argon into My Immortal. I blame the manual typewriter in Bronycon's Quills & Sofas lounge.
Seriously though, if you've ever tried to create content on a manual typewriter, you'll have a lot more sympathy for poor old Jim Theis. The way he managed to keep his work full of interesting typos rather than letter salad is downright inspirational.
 Even though I've been untrustworthy for nine years. Which has absolutely nothing to do with every human on Earth getting stuffed into a sac and replaced with a changeling on their 30th birthday. WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT? THAT'S TRANSPARENTLY SILLY.