Took the day off since it was a makeup day and I was le tired (fire ze missiles!). Worked all day. Maybe I'll draw a creepy clown next makeup day. Have this horse from last year's NATG. You might recognize her.

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OK, here's the skinny. Day 14 prompt was like 'draw ponies doing'. Then on the news the latest scandal was 'Kali smoking cigarettes!'. I was like 'oh! That could be fun'. And it was. So here you go. Kali doing Kali. Sans cancer stick, 'cause image is too busy to highlight a ciggy. So I had the only image in the day 14 gallery where existing is the action. Ha!

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I was working on a melted pony puddle when I remembered I'd Scribbled this in the days leading up to Day 1. Bird in the hand. I only sharpened the image once, I figure a little bit of soft focus goes with the mood.

Horsehead Nebula, Equestrian space version. Right below the easternmost star in Orion's belt. I used negative versions of the colours I wanted and then flipped the finished thing to negative. Presto: space.

A particular scent can trigger a vivid recall of an event, place or person. Time travel to a past stored in the mind.

Writers! Who drives the narrative?

Misty the shag-maned hench pone dreams of becoming a Real Pony. Heh, it would be hilarious if she overshot and the Good Breezie turned her into a shaggy Shetland dyed bright blue.

To sleep. Perchance, to dream. A white background is the only option in The Scribbler, unless you switch it to negative in some other image editor after you save it. That's what I did. In the darkness, we all float on OK.

On display at the Canterlot Cultural Hippology Museum, the bones of the All Mare. The line of ponies waiting their turn to see her stretches around the corner and down the street.

Horse in the fire. Based on a vague memory of the back side of the cover of the 1967 Songs of Leonard Cohen album.

The Day 3 gallery is up, so here's what I whipped up for "pony who's full of it, pony wants to go out". Or something like that. It was yesterday, I've moved on to the next prompt.

It's the last makeup day and I spent what time I had sweating over one (one!) line of poetry. Not even original poetry. Emphasis, meter, stressed syllables and flow are grey areas for me. So I spent two hours cobbling together nuance and cascading meanings and hoping I didn't stagger the stressed syllables the wrong way.

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Surprising few if any, the final prompt pair for NATG XII was 'pony graduating' & 'pony attaining goal'. Well, nopony graduates like a graduated glassware pony.

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One of those types of parties I avoid, where everypony is standing around and the noise is so loud you can hardly think.

Lights out! Now it's a rave. I avoid those too.

Nope. Running pone. In living colour thanks to ZeFrank's Scribbler.

I wanted to wack my wacky Wacom. What ever became of the KISS principle?

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From NATG II, August 12 2012.

It's boring out there... Take this.

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