TLoser Logic
MLP: FiM
Slice of Life
As children and as adults, Twilight had always felt that her brother was a weirdo. And he might be but that doesn't stop him from always being smarter than her.
Alt. Universe
Twilight
Shining Armor
Regina Wright · 2k words · 46 4 · 1.2k views

Why Do U No Update, Reggie?! · 2:08am Jan 12th, 2015

Cause I'm kinda in a writing transition period. (Learning how to pile on the word count and style)

But seriously, the main reason why I don't usually update consistently is because of two or three ~~thingies~~ points.

Point 1: I write in spurts. I have a general idea, a shitty first draft and a limited amount of fucks to give about each story. I write in that way for mostly my gag reel material but I'm trying to find a way to boost up the amount of what I publish while keeping a sort of Regina-guaranteed quality. (Cause I don't work with an editor or pre-reader.)*

Point 2: It takes me about three or so days for me to produce a decent chapter. On the first day, I'll pop out a first draft. The second day, I consider suicide and think about how my life is going to the point that producing terrible fanfiction is the highlight of my day. Then the third day, I edit the draft into something read-able.

Like for example, the original opening for Loser Logic:

Imagine a wide-eyed filly, a small purple thing of a skittish unicorn, trailing after her no-good brother. They are in Canterlot, Equestria's capital, and it is three days after the first snow but still two days before Hearth's Warming. With their parents still decorating for the best time of the year, they have been unceremoniously kicked out the house with the vague punishment to 'go play'.
The filly, Twilight, had her fun of making snow-ponies in the fresh mush that packed the park close to home. But quickly grew tired of being wet and cold. Her books were in the house. Her toys were in the house. And she didn't nor wanted to know the other foals that played in the park. She stood near her brother when her hooves went numb and when she had enough of the silence, decided to try her luck. Her brother, for lack of a better word, had moods.

And the edited and published version:

Imagine a wide-eyed filly, a small purple thing of a unicorn, trailing after her no-good brother. The scene was Canterlot, Equestria's mountain-top capital. On that particular day, the city grew loud and festive as holiday cheer rose to infectious levels as Hearth's Warming crawled ever so near. Also, it had finally snowed. Setting the perfect scene for the best Hearth's Warming the city would host yet.
The first snow was a little early. A little powdery (disgusting to any foal past six) and not too much fun to play with (a waste of time to any pre-teen past ten). It stuck to the cobblestone and piled into snow-like drifts to be moved. But it did not clump and snow ball fights were nearly impossible unless a foal wanted to be hit with a ball of ice. But parents in Canterlot rejoiced and en masse, threw each and every one of their foals out with the vague and cruel command to 'go play'.

*Cough* I wanted to be descriptive... Seriously... *Cough*

Point 3: I'm working on more stories than I am on chapters. Comes with the territory with writing in spurts. Right now, I'm working on three stories for this account and four for my alternate one. I write stories than chapters because I don't want to stress myself out for trying to piece together a chapter. It's easier for me to think, “I'm going to write this when I feel like it.” than “It's been two days and everything I've written sucks. I can't handle this! Get that damned story from my sight!”

Also, I'm a bit of a scatter-brain.

Though for my serious stories, I'll pre-write a dozen chapters and force myself to publish it in a mostly complete state or straight up complete. Noted with Forlorn and Looming. And it's hilarious because they are both side-notes to the big twin monsters I have planned.

*Now I've thought about getting an editor or just posting my drafts on my blog and send out a call for pre-readers but I can make massive changes at the drop of the hat.

Like so:

So in that frosty afternoon where the sun barely shone and he was feeling each and everyone of Twilight's petulant kicks at his coat, her brother had a great thought.
“Say Twily,” Shining spoke, the sound of his voice momentary stopping the neck-choke Twilight was performing as she sat on his back. “You're smart, aren't you? You got accepted in Celestia's School For Unicorns, right? That means you are like super smart. Maybe, even smarter than me?”

And here:

“Say squirt.” Twilight gulped as she struggled to keep up with his long legs. Shining wasn't mad, was he? “You're smart, aren't you? I mean, real smart.”
“Yes!” She squealed, Shining couldn't be that mad. “I am the smartest. Quell before me, muddle!” Twilight walked a little faster and bumped into his raw side, causing him to grunt. The filly made a face at that but decided this was the best time to present her demands. “And as the smartest, I want coffee.”

By the time I've come up with a decent chapter that doesn't send up a bunch of red flags, I post it as fast as possible so I don't get hit with a wave of “Oh, you thought that was good? You're kidding yourself. Disgusting hack!” Also another reason why I don't update quickly... I have to re-read what I wrote to re-catch the flow. And it makes me go, 'Ew ew ew, I thought that was acceptable?!”

Or you know, writer's problems.

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