Greetings . . .

I sit at my old mahogany desk, typing out a story on a whim that it might be 'good'. Pausing, I sit up and run a hoof through my tangled mane, still wondering if I could make it 'better'. I start going through my methods, sorting what has been done before and what could be still done in the future. The norms, cliches, the frowned upon, and the bizzare. I look out my window at the moon and stars, wondering. . .

I believe that all characters should be well thought out, that even before you sit at that desk, even before you put that pen on that paper, before you touch that keyboard with a single hoof. Think, 'could it be better?'