Random Ramblings LXXXI · 10:08pm Sep 10th, 2016
IN WHICH I GET OLDER
It's my birthday, and I'm… getting drunker. Actually, I haven't started imbibing yet, because I want to still be able to type. If you know the reference I just made, you get a cookie. I want cookies. I've had a serious craving for cookies for the past week or so. Not really sure why. More thoughts below the jump because I apparently can't keep this post to two paragraphs and I don't want to clog your feed.
My dear sweet mother made me a lower-calorie cheesecake -- it uses Neufchâtel and other things to keep it from being absolutely terrible for you -- with a dark chocolate sauce. I've always had a sweet tooth; to justify it in the face of ever-advancing age, I gave up sugar drinks a few years back (that plus finally graduating college meaning no more school stress resulted in my losing over forty pounds). A fair tradeoff, I think.
Seriously though, I've reached the point in my life where birthdays mean nothing but a number, proof that I've been on the planet for a specific amount of time. I hit all the "milestones" long ago. I still have my (physical) health for now, which is nice.
For the two of you who read this blogpost, chances are you also read my Sunset Shimmer stories. One common thread in all of them is that I headcanon Sunset as being in her mid-twenties, only pretending to be a teenager in order to maintain access to the portal. So I was thinking today, perhaps I should write a short story exploring that. Maybe or maybe not fold it in with another idea I had: "Rarity Visits Sunset At 4am". But maybe not; that idea is meant to be a comedy, and this would be more of an introspective drama on the level of "Burrito" but without the craziness.
Essentially, Sunset looks in the mirror one morning and realizes that she's rapidly reaching the point where she will not be able to pass for a teenager anymore. Her friends have no idea just how much older she is, and she's worried they'll look at her poorly for it -- especially because, under Canterville law, her earlier relationship with Flash was probably illegal.
Eh, maybe I won't do it. I don't know. I have all these ideas for one-shots, but it seems like I'm just running away from the two (related) multi-chapter stories I actually want to write. I know what I want to do; I have both outlined; I just need to start writing them. I want to have them mostly written before I post them though, because I don't want to make you wait.
Maybe it's because I don't feel like I have the talent to pull off longer stories -- after all, I'm barely holding it together on my latest Dazzlings fic; it's rapidly flying apart at the seams because I have no idea how to end it, which may be the point. Perhaps, as a fic about nothing, it shouldn't have a proper ending. Maybe I should end it a-la Weird Al's "Gump". At least my now-completed Mayor Mare chapter had an ending in mind. I thought I would post that today, but I may just wait until tomorrow, because I'm not sure whether I made its ending too dark.
Well, that's all from me today. Hope y'all are well. Peace out!
