Back from the Grave ... · 1:54am May 31st, 2015
Finally a spring blog post not about Horse Racing!
I've finally gotten the revisions completed on my creep-fic sequel to Mac's Tale called 'Blood of Apples' pretty much done and the results are looking promising. I've managed to trim the story back into line to where I was trying to go back when I started it two years ago. 
I've managed to track down and correct the straying flaws that lead to what I felt was a very uneven flow of events. Although I did have to put Granny Smith in the hospital ... but not for malicious reasons.
I've also added a brand new introduction/prologue from a character I've never written in POV before but have wanted to for some time, and may just have to find a way to include her as a POV character in the sequel to 'An Apple Studded Diamond' if possible. (Still having character development issues for an adult unicorn analogue to Diamond Tiara [as seen in the show].)
Continuing thanks to SusieBeeca for being a solid support and sounding board while I move forward on these projects while life tries to bury me under reality.
So thanks for your patience with me dear readers. I hope to have full chapters posted in the next few days if possible.
Sir Barton (One Old Racehorse)
P.S. Here's a bit of a teaser for having had to wait so long.
The darkness of the dream faded through bleary eyes to the darkness of the simple room. McIntosh Apple lay there a moment collecting the cool early morning air in a deep breath, recovering himself from the emotions that still swirled, fading, from the dream. He let the breath go, and drew in another. He had had the dream again, that dream, ... if only it was just a dream.
He stretched his legs and rolled from the bed to his hooves the floor giving a soft groan as it accepted his weight. The room he had was scarcely half again his own length, by three quarters wide. It was just enough space for his small bed, a bookcase for his texts and ledgers, and the small desk from where he managed the finances of the farm assisted by his secretary and sole confidant, Smarty Pants. Still, considering what he’d done, he always felt it was more than he deserved.
Good. I got upset when I saw it was cancelled but glad to see you coming back with it.
3111190 It had gotten pretty bent out of line from what I had originally planned as far as telling the tale went. Eventually it jammed my thought processes so badly
I couldn't move forward with it as it was, so I just had to pull it down and rework it from the beginning to get the story aligned again. 