Lets do this! · 4:50am May 7th, 2012
Editing the shit out of the newest Collab chapter, should be done by tmw. Should get it to my editors then, so they can tear it piece to piece, eat it, sh*t it out, set it on fire, and the the process repeats itself till they are pleased. It's a wondrous process to watch.
Anywho, had someone that actually called out the random BS we had in the collab today. It made me laugh that it took that long. Was happy to oblige the man with the reasoning behind each.
Well I've got finals comin up this week, I wanted to get out a chapter of B&B before they rushed in completely ruining my schedule. I don't know if thats going to happen. It really depends on how much work I get done tonight and if my lovely lovely Brit is up for editing it tomorrow early. I promise to try.
That being said I HAVE FINALS stop being greedy bastards, wishing there was another chapter of B&B and that I'd get off my fat ass and finish writing it. Real life is stuff is kinda important!
Incidentally, I've really fallen out of love with B&B lately. My other projects just seem more interesting all the time. The first few chapters of B&B loom over me with their grammar mistakes and their missing story, and I love the characters but the story line is starting to dog me at every turn. I leave a google docs of it open on my screen, trying to get myself motivated to write more (I mean my biggest chapter was like 2k words, the f**k, I should be able to do that in like 2 hours).
At this point, I'm mostly writing it because every now and then I'll get a message from a couple people asking for another chapter and I gotta tell ya, that makes me so freaking happy. I try to write for myself and to make a couple of my friends laugh at the little jokes, but when someone sends me a message specifically asking me to get off my ass... shit gets done and it pretty much puts me in a good mood for the rest of the day that someone likes it enough to send something like that.
Sorry for the less than entertaining blog post this time. A few things I wanted to get off my chest as well a few important things that needed to be said, that's what a blog is for anyway.
/shakes head
alright alright, this is really bad. So here's the deal, you guys don't tell anybody bout this blog post and I'll give you a snippet from the HiE. Hows that sound? Savvy? I'll take your silence as an agreement.
Chapter 1
I wonder if computer light is healthy for you. I bet it isn’t. I bet it’s what actually causes cancer.
I’m sitting alone in my dorm room with the lights off staring at the internet, waiting for it to blink and the annoying skype call music starts playing. Oh god who is it this time. The little pop up jumps up. Kinny’s Funky Band is calling. I smile. Ridiculous title for a group of brony writers, I love it. I jump into the call and find myself in the middle of a conversation.
“Top favorite ponies. Go!” Says a youthful voice.
“Are we going with attractiveness or just my general favorite?” A British voice ponders in response.
“…both?”
Oooooooh fun and nonsensical talk, gotta love these assholes.
“Hey guys!” I interrupt enthusiastically.
“Satin!”
“Satan!”
“Stain!”
“Stan!”
I take it back, fuck em all.
Well I guess I should introduce myself. I’m a 22 year old writer on Fimfiction. I use the term writer loosely. I’ve written a few things, but none of it has ever been really been popular. Well received just not widely read.
In High School I was a linebacker. I’ve mostly kept the build throughout college. The best word I could use to describe myself is shaggy. No not like Scooby doo. I’ve got medium length chestnut hair and a short cut beard/mustache combo.
OH and I should probably tell you my name. Wait! Wait! I’ve got something for this. *Ahem* There are some that call me Tim?
My editor reaches over and slaps me upside my head.
OWW! Fine! I won’t be hilarious!
~Work in Progress~
Like it? That's not all that's written just pretty much just the beginning of chapter 1 to the first break.
And yeah, my real name is Tim. *waves*
alright then lets get the daily stuff out of the way so I can post this monstrosity.
This is about how I feel right now...
and thank god I already I came up with a Rob fact yesterday so I can just phone this one in.
31. Rob’s drill already pierced the heavens. Repeatedly. The heavens didn’t walk right for about a week afterward.
Satin, Silk, Satan, Saint, Stain, Stan, Lord of the Cloth! Master of Materials! Savior of the Silk!
That Rob fact....I lol'd. Hard.
Ahhh, I do like a good 'me' fact.
Anyhow, as for editing: Yup, I can do whatever, whenever. My schedule is looking pretty clear for today. Although to be fair, I don't do a massive job, only a few grammar fixes...
Otherwise, whenever I read parts of the HiE, I find myself wanting MOAR. So! Come on man!
Time to go give the heavens a second helping...
The moment dude put on the Daft punk mask, I creamed.
Stalin!