Ahead of my Time · 2:36pm May 23rd, 2012
Looks like I was able to submit chapter ten of RwR two days earlier than I had anticipated. This calls for a celebration! *Turns on last.fm* Okay, that's all the celebration I need. Time to go back to work.
Heheh. As I look at the stats for the chapter and the story-to-date, I'm honestly shocked. Eleven-thousand words? I haven't hit that mark since I wrote for Golden Sun, when my record was set at fourteen-thousand. And then there is the sudden influx of support I'm garnering since I added the story to FIMfic. All of this is becoming a grand blessing for me - like a stepping, however small, toward higher goals and better tales.
That reminds me. I'm bouncing around an idea for a oneshot parody involving Rarity. All inspired by a very specific scene from the season two finale. I wonder if anyone will guess the synopsis?
So yeah. I've set a goal, and met it two days ahead-of-time. It's a huge achievement, since the tenth chapter of RwR is such a milestone for the story. Cast reunited, plot thickened, characters re-introduced, conflict shown, and foreshadowing for darker deeds on the horizon. Perhaps closer than that, if I can continue to surpass my deadlines!
Also: Huh, three days on FIMfic, one blog post per day. perhaps I can keep this up, too. Psh, who am I kidding, no I can't.
~Leo
Could your new story perhaps have something to do with everyone's favorite Rabid Rarity (Rabidy?) snatching the bouquet towards the end? Or perhaps you had your shipping goggles on while said Rabidy was dancing with Fancy Pants.
Or both...
128108 Wh..wha... *Ahem* Rabidy? The hell?!? Hahaha.
Nnope. And nnope. Psh, I'm not even sure if the story will exist. It's all just something that's flitting about my head, like a moth that WON'T. STAY. STILL. SO. I. MAY. HIT. IT. WITH. A. SHOE.
*Ahem* Pardon that outburst.
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I know exactly what you mean, though. I'm the kind of person who can come up with a really great scene but can't manage to flesh said scene out into an actual story. Thing is that when I get a scene in my head, it tends to just stick there, annoying me. Much like a spider on a wall.
And I hate spiders.
Ah, I've gotten another notification--suppose it's time to continue our other conversation. Only on the internet can you have two completely different conversations with the same person at the same exact time, without moving from your chair or ever saying a word.