Star Sparkle. Accomplished author, diplomat, historian and mother to one of the most famous mares in Equestrian history. She has no regrets, but she does have a problem: she ran out of gin last night. And her daughter is marrying an ape.
I've just been reading through old comments on my scraps story, after publishing yet another chunk from the ancient cutting room floor. It's remarkable how many of the commenters are still around - but also how many logged off for the last time, soon after making their last comment there.
While I'm not making any promises about any particular project here, I am actually writing again. I figure if I write enough of something, some pony words might drop out somewhere along the line as well. You never know. What I'm working on at the moment is essentially a re-write of a story I read a long time ago; an old pulp sci-fi tale, about a spaceship that manages to get lost in the
Wow ... digging up the grave for this one, ain't ya? Damn, I remember this song. It was all over the radio for a while. It's still kinda nice, brings back memories.
Huh. I don't remember that bit of the film...
Fuck, I love that song.
Always liked this one, especially for the lyrics.
Wow ... digging up the grave for this one, ain't ya? Damn, I remember this song. It was all over the radio for a while. It's still kinda nice, brings back memories.
Man.