Monthly Update and Sneak Peak: WRITING MY FLANK OFF WOOOO (Current estimated word count: 14,000)

Hey everypony,
Remember last week when I said I was thinking about participating in the November Writing Challenge? Well, even though my apartment move in date was moved back again (Facehoof), I decided 'Sure. WHY NOT?' and have been writing like MAD!

Seriously, as the title suggest, I am already 14,000 words in, and my next story 'How to be in a movie' is already almost done! I quite literally wrote one chapter in only 4 days and am now plowing through the second one with reckless abandon (I apologize to my editor/fiancee for all the work she is going to have on her plate).

But this does raise a point I do want some feedback on for anyone reading: Do you want me to post unedited versions of the chapters when the month is over? These would give the basics of the story, but would likely be subject to quite a bit of change.

Let me know what you think, and for now, enjoy two sneak peaks.

Flash is totally stoned:

Flash didn’t think it was possible, but, somehow, against all logic and reason, he had managed to discover the one thing that was more boring that standing in place like a statue for hours on end.
BEING A FREAKING STATUE FOR DAYS ON END!!!
Or at least he assumed it was days. Given how the light illuminating the wall he was currently forced to stare at hadn’t changed at all since he had been put on this stupid pedestal, he was reasonably certain that the sun had stopped moving. Which, really, what did you expect would happen when you turned the pony responsible for moving the sun into stone!?
But still, days must have passed, especially as the invaders had remarked that such a thing had been passing. Flash wasn’t exactly sure HOW he could hear given how he was a statue, but if Discord could hear as a statue, why couldn’t he?
Regardless of that little distraction, just the thought of the invasion made him growl internally, an image of that stupid unicorn with a broken horn coming to mind almost instantly. He swore, if she hurt a hair on Twilight’s head, she was going to wish SHE was a statue! Especially given the torment he was enduring.
…No, not the statue part. The part where his NOSE WAS ITCHING AND HE COULDN’T SCRATCH IT! It was driving him mad!

A running gag:

Oh look, the plot demanded Pinkie.
“Surprise!” Pinkie exclaimed, handing the very confused Strom Beast in Flash’s field a view a present before dashing off. The Storm Beast, still very confused, tentatively opened the box, only for Pinkie to explode out of it!
“DOUBLE SURPRISE!” She exclaimed, before grinning in a way that made Flash’s spine craw.
Something which was doubly impressive given how he was still a statue!
“WEEEE!” Pinkie screamed, pelting the Strom Beast with an endless stream of cupcakes until all that was left was a groaning creature covered in frosting.
Pinkie, you are a great friend and a wonderful pony, but dear LUNA you can be creepy when you want to be. I don’t know if this is just psychological warfare or if Twilight potentially being captured broke something, but please be back to your normal self by the time I get out of here. Save the creepiness for Nightmare Night, and even then, tone it down a bit.
i] Also, I don’t know if this intentional or not, but something tells me that Mr. Strom Beast over there is going to have a phobia of presents from now on. And cupcakes. And frosting. And the color pink. And maybe I will too. I really hope that, at least, was an accident.