A thirtysomething Brony from Pennsylvania with a library degree. I also have a Patreon.
Guess what? I'm done writing the next chapter of Manifesto.
I just need to give my prereaders a day or two to look over it, and then it'll go up.
Until then, here's Despacito being played on a guzheng.
I've somehow gotten out of the habit of posting updates. Oops.
Anyway, you've no doubt noticed that I don't post as often as I once did in the past. This is largely because improvements in my life situation mean I have the wherewithal to engage in hobbies other than writing fanfiction.
Goodness, it's been a while, hasn't it? You're probably wondering why my pace has slowed down on Manifesto. Well, there are several reasons, but the most relevant one is that I find myself rewriting large swaths of this chapter as I zero in on the best plan for Sunset to take. I'm basically going back and forth between two ideas that can't really be combined into a single one, and for
In case you missed my last blog post, I'm taking a break from the adventures of Celestia and Daring Do to write the next Petriculture story. At this point it looks like it'll be fairly short -- about two chapters long -- and I recently finished up the first chapter, which will be posted once my prereaders give it a final once-over.
Before I really focused in on writing (and to a lesser extent photography) as my preferred form of creative expression, I tried out plenty of other things, including music. I recently decided to have a listen to some of them after having ignored them for years, and most of my audio dabblings don't really hold up (at least to my ears). This one wasn't too bad, though.
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Interesting.
It sounds like something somebody would do if they brought a xylophone into a factory and started playing it. As well as repeatedly stepping on a nearly-deflated whoopie cushion.
I don't know whether that was a compliment or an insult. Take it as you will. The song was just ridiculously amusing.
I'm not quite sure what I think of it. Lemme listen to it a few more times