Three Years. · 2:26am Jun 22nd, 2015
6.21.2015
That's three years since 6.21.2012, when this account joined FimFiction.net.
That was a long time ago. Perhaps not such a span in the greater scheme of things, but in my own life I've grown. Where I was once an engineer who solemnly believed that nothing was difficult other than math, I've now realized that almost anything in life is challenge, and writing is a great deal of work too. Then, I was a cadet, and convinced I was going to be jumping out of airplanes with a rifle as soon as I got my degree. Now, I'm an officer, and I spend almost all my time at a desk, because stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. Back then, I dreamed that one day I'd find love. Now, I'm six months away from tying the knot.
Most importantly, once upon that time, I dreamed of telling a story. Nowhere I looked had a precise formula of how to do that, but perhaps my old man had the right idea. He told me 'The difference between a writer and someone who isn't a writer is that the writer writes.' Simple words, but they do hold at least some truth. I'm not about to tab an exact wordcount of fics on this page, but it's somewhere around 250,000 (or a little longer than Eragon, one of my favorite novels). And oh the times along the way.
The people have been incredible. I've met dozens of other creative minds. Not just writers, but editors, artists, and musicians. I've met Swift, who has quietly prodded me forward, and not so quietly when I slow down. When art became an issue, I met Rattlecat, who put up pretty enticements for the casual to come read the mess behind them (we call that 'coverart'). Most importantly, I met Dizzy, who will be giving the embarrassing best-man speech at my wedding. He along with a few other friends are now my cohorts in telling our longest story yet. (Yes I know this picture relates to the InkPotts Monte Cristo musical...but really, in planning Fallout: Equestria things, the deeds are every bit as dark, and we are every bit as excited).
I've been playing my guitar for...thirteen years now, and never really had an inkling of what to do with it until I learned you can hit on women with a guitar and the right pose. Well that, and you can mix art forms. After seeing fics out there with links to youtube soundtrack items, I had to wonder how much better it would be if that music was original. Hence learning to compose, mix, record, and produce music. And that might have been harder than math too.
But I'm not going to sell the process of learning writing short either. Sometimes you have to stop and look back at where you came from. Then, if you're like me, you try to set that place on fire to forget how awful it was. Seems I spent a lot time under the proverbial sheets with this fellow:
After that rant, one thing is certain. I have no plans to go anywhere (though getting married and starting grad school might slow me down a little), and plan on continue to put out stories at just slow enough of a pace to lose interest of everyone who follows here! Actually, two things are certain, judging by the time on the clock as these words appear on the screen. I will keep staying up way too late to make this dream keep going.
Here's to many more years, and to all of you for making the time worth it.
-Sage
