Remember how I was supposed to be getting back into writing? · 1:01pm Sep 15th, 2016
Apparently that was short lived.
Anyway, still working on the next chapter. Here's a snippet:
The first thing Sunset did upon stepping outside was take a deep breath. The clean morning air, still cold and heavy with dew, had an absolutely intoxicating effect upon her little lungs. The last lingering traces of post-waking depression melted away as her muscles relaxed. As much as she might have fought against the shopping excursion the previous day, the new blouse Rarity had picked out made her feel renewed against the dull breeze. She might have continued to stand still and enjoy that moment had a purple paw not prodded her leg, snapping her back to reality. “A-hem!”
Sunset's eyes turned down towards Spike. The puppy's collar was now connected to a leash, which was in turn wrapped around Sunset's right hand. The puppy eyed the girl with no small amount of impatience. “Oh...right, sorry,” she said, her words sprinkled with a bit of nervous giggling. She tightened her grip around the leash and took a few steps forward. Sensing that the ritual had begun, Spike darted ahead of the girl. In an instant, Sunset felt the leash suddenly go tight in her hands, and Spike let out a small yelp as his forward mobility suddenly ceased, leaving him standing frustrated on the front lawn.
Everything was sufficiently prepared. “Alright, little pup!” she said, her voice dripping with near-Pinkie levels of enthusiasm. “Where are we going?”
Spike turned his head to the left, then the right, and back to the left. “I'm thinking...that way,” he said, pointing a paw towards the distant, leftward horizon.
Sunset looked down the street. There was nothing particularly special about it, seeing as it was just another row of little houses and yards. “Any...particular reason?”
“Nah, but Twilight and I usually just go about anywhere. And today, that way looks fine.”
“I...guess that reason's as good as any.” Sunset shrugged and smiled at the eager puppy. “Let's go!”
Spike barked out an agreement and began scampering down the sidewalk. Sunset tightened her grip on the leash and followed along, humming one of the Rainbooms tunes under her breath as she did so.
Sorry.
What for? It's progress, and that's what matters.
4210796 And it's good progress, too!
You're good. Take all the time you need.
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Yeah, as long as it's going good, it doesn't matter how long a story takes.
I always say the best way to get writing done is do a little bit every single day. Even if it is just a line or a word. Like find time to write for a half an hour everyday. Getting in habit of writing everyday helps a lot.
So when're you gonna start reviewing episodes again, you gay orange?