A blog a day to keep me sane. · 12:21am Aug 18th, 2014
Pony related: My attention is split between updating Chasing Dreams, ISHNBTP, and The Marked Ones. I want to finish The Marked Ones ASAP because there were only supposed to be, like, five parts, and now I have to write a sixth because I don't storyboard, or plan anything out before starting anything. It's also why ISHNBTP is taking forever to update; I didn't plan on the parts I'm currently writing. I didn't dig myself into a hole, it's more like a canyon; I have to follow the river out. I hate metaphors...and semicolons.
So, whenever I force my brain to work on multiple ideas, unrelated ones always spring up. So yeah, I'm working on a new story, a comedy, set in South Park. It'll be so good that Trey Parker and Matt Stone will turn it into an actual episode. The first brony episode of South Park. I'm not making any mistakes when I release this. It'll be proofread and have awesome cover art courtesy of Frostwolf_223 (If I can tie him down long enough). And yes, it's gonna be comedy.
Non-pony related: Rocks are the dumbest things you can put through a conveyor belt system, especially if they're in 35lb quantities, shipping in a box that can barely support its own weight. So when the first box broke open and little polished stones rained down across the distribution center, all I could do was sweep it up and bring it to my manager's attention...for the third time in a year. Something always gets done about it, and the boxes disappear until some dumbass on the receiving dock sends them to be thrown again months later, because we all "forgot" they weren't conveyable.
Ninety boxes of these I threw—three full pallets— knowing full well they shouldn't ride, but when you have to throw 1145 boxes an hour, you just grab and throw. Nothing happened after the first box broke open. I figured, oh hey, the rest conveyed just fine! Yeah, not really. Suddenly, everything in the building comes to a standstill—not a good thing when we have 220,000 cases on the schedule for a twelve hour day. Turns out a few of the rocks that fell out of the boxes made it all the way to our multi-million-dollar sorter; it's the cool thing that pushes the boxes down to the twenty-six shipping lanes. It turned into a steaming pile of twisted metal when some of those rocks got wedged beneath the moving metal slats. This thing is like an escalator that travels at forty-five miles per hour, so when it broke, it broke hard.
Four hours it took our maintenance department to replace the eight broken slats and find all the other missing pieces. And guess where they traced all the damage back to. Yup. Me. And all I did was smile and say, "I told you so." Now if I could just get them to stop conveying anchors, weight sets, 118lb lawnmowers, rim-fire ammunition (if the casing is struck anywhere too hard, it fires the bullet), and glass bottles of vinegar, maybe everything would run a little better, and I wouldn't constantly complain about shitty freight.
I still think you need to take a break from fanfics for atleast a week. This way you wont go completely and utterly insane.
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I would have to cut off my hands or destroy my cell phone, laptop, and computer to do such a thing.
You could try locking them in a closet and giving the key to a friend.
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How...how can I lock my hands in a closet?
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You know damn well what I ment.
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Well if you won't take a break, atleast take your time. I have seen some fanfic writers get very depressed with being rushed, plus they had jobs on top of it. I'm just concerned.
Don't need another chronically depressed fanfic writer.