The truth, and nothing but the truth.

Hello my meager few followers and others who might stumble upon this blog post.

I come to you today to tell you what's going on, what has been going on and what's going to happen.
First off. The story Fickle Notions of Half a Man has been cancelled. This should not really come as a surprise for anyone considering it's been lying dead for years. The reason for this is that I as the character in the story am a man of fickle notions. Writing said story was one such notion and as such died when the mood left me. It has now been years, and the desire to write further is still there. Lingering in the depths of my being. However, I am not the man I once was. I have changed, as all people do over time. And as such I cannot keep writing this specific story. Because in many ways the story was a self insert. And I have since then changed. I am not that man anymore. Apathy has taken leave, and thus the quality of the story would drastically change. So I end it. I have no intention of starting a rewrite and abandoning said rewrite once the fickle notion leaves me again. The story itself had not much of a guideline to go through. However I shall try to give you an idea of what the story was supposed to be.

The main character was supposed to be portrayed as an emotionally hampered being. And over the course of his stay in Equestria this was supposed to change. Both due to the positive influence of the ponies around him and his overdose of chaotic magic. The chaotic magic was supposed to slowly, but surely transform the main character into a female pony. A sort of Antithesis of his former self. A joke, but a permanent one. And one that would actually be to the benefit of said character. There would have been a clash between the main character and "Female form of Discord", but the story itself was always intended to be more slice of life than an epic adventure. So the main focus of the story would have been to see how the main character dealt with a resurfacing of his own emotions and the mental trauma of being irrevocably changed into something so vastly different from what he once was. The end result was to be a happy earth pony mare. With a lot of baggage, but a lot of friends.

Now then. I am truly sorry for those of you who enjoyed the story. I am sorry because I can't give you what you want.

I hope I touched some of you in some way. A laugh here, a grimace there. Such simple things are what gives me joy when writing. The thought that my story fueled an emotional reaction of some kind.
So here's the truth. I am a man of fickle notions. I might write more stories, I might not. However if I ever were to write more stories then don't ever expect more than a chapter. I don't do short stories. So those stories that pop up will most likely be just as abandoned as my first one was. If we are lucky maybe the stories I write will get another chapter once in a while, but they will probably be few, and far between.

I am an overworked and stressed person. I have my entire week filled with things that needs to be done. I work nightshifts along with going to school and singing in a choir. These are all reasons why I rarely do much outside of sleeping and eating, but also the reason why I have little to no energy to feed my fickle notions as it were.

So there you have it. The truth of the matter. I love writing. I love writing for you guys. I love the thought of my stories touching your lives in some small way. I wish, deeply and sincerely that I was a more determined man. So as to be able to give you all more, but I am not. And for that I can only apologize.

I wish to point out here, at the end. That it has nothing to do with my love for ponies. I am almost as much of a driven fan as when I first discovered ponies. My enthusiasm for the series and all it's fan content has not dwindled, nor shall it I expect, for some time.

My deepest regrets, and with love.
~Terolie

Ps: I got a whole fuckton of ideas I want to write out, so if there pops out a story soon, don't be too surprised.