Update and preview of new project

Im not dead

So that much is new. Sorry for no update on MLR&D:MiM, ive been having pains in my side and had to go to the doctors about it, sadly the doctor i went to is a fucking Quack and im in even more pain now due to them not treating the issue. So there's that.

Im gonna say the update time line for MLR&D will be about ever one to two weeks, though i may have to skip this week as well due to my health and going back to the quack to get it fixed right this time. HOWEVER In the mean time I am working on the chapter 3 on my spare time on my phone as well as a new story so I dont get burned out on this one. House Fire is what it will be called.

The Reason Im starting a new story is due to the fact if something im writing starts to feel like its a obligation and not a fun hobby I start to hate it. So in order to prevent that Im going to pick up some side projects to, One Try to better myself as a writer and two to keep myself from being burned out on a potentially good story that some of you like. That way you guys get more to read and I dont hate myself for writing!

The premise of House Fire is a Human who hates change goes to Equestria to try to better himself about that, but finds himself once again following a routine, and never changing his life style. New world same thing over and over again. That is until he meets a particular mare whose whole life is nothing but constant change. What will happen when fate throws these two together in circumstances beyond their control? Probably as well as a house on fire.

Here is that preview I promised:

House Fire

A human and a mare stood side by side. Before them was once a house, a place they both had once called home, was now a blazing fire. Wood and mortar creaked and crackled as the fire consumed the former dwelling. Where memories and ghost of the past lurked in is now burning halls.

“A spider you say?” The human asks the mare beside him. The made in question, standing a few inches shorter than the human, crossed her arms causing her ample bosom to shift upwards further emphasizing her bust. With a shuffle of her hooves she sighs.

“Trixie is not sorry, it was a giant spider, a horrid monster right from the ever free. It NEEDED to be purged and fire was the only solution.”
The human shot the showmare a dark look, taking note of her ample bust that was putting on display, though he knew she was trying to distract him from the issue, but a burning home is not easily forgotten by a large bust. Even though her dark blue tight fitting sweater and sweatpants were rather gracious at pointing out all of the right curves on display.

“That doesn't excuse you from burning down my home,” the human turned to the made, “ Nor does it resolve the fact that EVERYTHING I ever owned or had of my past was in there, priceless artifacts that even you magic has yet to be able to replicate let alone your technology to replace anything I had in there.”

Trixie adopts a smug grin waving a hand towards the burning establishment. “ Trixie has saw to it that your meager belongings were teleported to her humble abode. There is plenty of room for your junk in my wagon the there was in that pathetic shack you called a home."

“But that pathetic shack as you call it was my home, my one and only place I could go and call my own.” The human shakes his head unsure to be angry or to cry, his belongings were allegedly safe so he couldn't argue with losing the pictures and tools he had managed to bring over with him through customs but that ‘little shack’ was a piece of home he had worked hard to earned. Countless nights spent in rat infested hotels and rooming with overly friendly mares until he was able to get it a a very good price from a recently married donkey who was more than willing to get rid of it.

Trixie puts an arm around the human and pulls him close “Let the great and snuggly Trixie assure you that you will no longer need to live here and from now on you will be employed by me, The great and powerful Trixie needs a new stage hand and you just so happen to need somepony to help you. Trixie sees it as a win win. You get a place to live and a steady job and I get a cheap but very useful stagehand that she can trust!”

“What about , I don't know my current job? You know as a teacher's assistant at ponyville high?”

“Those heathens don't deserve your talents.” Trixie responds flipping her mane off to the side to add flair to her compliment, “And I may have already spoken to cheerilee about your early release from the program. She wholeheartedly agreed you were in dire need of a change.”
The human sighs mourning the loss of his home, silently he mutters to himself “But I hate change.”

“Trixie has also put in for your dual citizenship, and she is pleased to have you know you are now officially a citizen of Equestria”

The human feels like he really could cry now. “I Really hate change…”