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Editing Blog Post (discontinued) · 6:07pm Oct 31st, 2012
This blog post is for easy communication between predator20 (who has kindly accepted my request to be my editor) and myself. A link to this blog post will be available on my user page at all times. Do not post non-editing related comments on this blog post. predator20 and myself are allowed to violate this rule. Any other comments violating this rule will be obliterated unless deemed worthy of remain by myself.
Time to begin, predator. Please note that it is extremely unlikely that comments will be posted by me from 9:00 AM to 4:00 PM on weekdays and from 12:00 AM to 6:30 AM daily. Also, be prepared for potential long waits for new chapters. I may have homework to do, be on holiday, etc.
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The Thoughtful · 422 views
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Ah, don't worry. I can wait for as long as you need for the editing. And those times are similar to my active times, so it's all good. Helps that we are in a similar area, I suppose.
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Alright. I'm ready. Hit me with what you've got. Point out every single mistake I made or suggestion you have on you.
PS. I've already begun work on what you mentioned earlier.
395700 Gotcha.
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FYI, be aware that I have the authority to change or break any rules set for this post.
395716 By the way, if it's not too much trouble, could you give me a little more information about your story? I mean, what characters do you plan on using (Possible original characters?) a rough guide line of what you would like to happen i.e where the human goes first, who meets him, and such. A few bits on the personality and character of the human would be much appreciated, as well. And this won't just be for my benefit, but yours too. It helps to consider elements of the story like this, and set boundaries and guidelines for you to work in. If you know what a character needs to do, and how they would do it, the rest is merely wordsmithing!
And maybe it would be best for me to wait until you have finished with the things that I've already given you? That way I won't have to retroactively edit parts pf the chapter.
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I've decided to make the story entirely past-tense, with the exception of the thoughts of the MC (mostly because nobody thinks in past tense, as far as I know). Two questions for you; one complicated, one not so much.
1. Should I put single quotation marks at the end of thoughts? eg. ‘Might at well give tonight a happy ending’.
2. What would be the most realistic way for lightning to travel from the TV Aerial into the MC's body?
Expect more questions like these soon. Sorry if I give you a lot of work.
395750 Ah, good point. That is actually what I do for thoughts, I forgot to mention it. So yes. It helps distinguish between thoughts and regular emphasis.
As for the second question...perhaps you could have the lightning travel towards a metal object that the MC is carrying? Like a necklace, or a ring, or maybe just something simple, like a fork? And that last one has potential for interaction and possible confused hi-jinx, as I don't believe that ponies actually use cutlery, so they would be unaware of what it was, maybe even believe it to be a weapon. But I got off track.
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As for your new question…
The problem with a request like that is that I'm at the moment making the story up as I go along. I know that such a tecnphnique can be risky and leave writers in tight spots sometimes, but I'll be sure to do some future planning soon. I can, however, answer your personality question. Also, some basic information about Jack.
Physical Appearance: He's tall-ish (around 5' 11") for his age (15). Medium brown hair, reasonably messy. Pale blue eyes, no apparent facial hair. Not much else to say. I guess he bites his nails?
Personality: He's intelligent, usually patient, sometimes witty and very indepenendent. He has trouble sharing things and a somewhat poor social life. He will sometimes bite off more than he can chew.
Interests: He loves reading and drawing, ponies since April 2012 and has a tendency to lie in bed for a lot longer than necessary.
It bends the truth about me a little, but as I said, it's not really a self-insert. I'll tell you to continue when I've finished what I have at the moment.
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I'll do that then.
First of all, why the heck would the MC be holding a fork while reading in bed?!
Second, I got completely befuddled after you started mentioning interaction. Can you please explain it in a simpler form?
395773 I see...a loner type character then. I would have said typical, but I feel that gives of the wrong impression. And your description of his personality makes me wonder...would he be reluctant to share information about himself, as he, as you said, has trouble sharing things? That would make a refreshing change from a lot of stories, I must say, what with their humans giving up everything about themselves and Earth to all and sundry. I would like to think that, even if someone wanted to go to Equestria, they would show a bit more restraint about giving away secrets to technical strangers. And thinking back to a comment that you made in your first draft, would I be correct in assuming that you would have the MC believe that he has finally succeeded in lucid dreaming when he is transported to Equestria? Because that sounds like and idea.
Try and keep a few goals in mind.
And making it up as you go along is fine, just don't bite of more than you can chew.
395784 Well, that's up to you! Maybe he get's hungry around that time, and brought up something to eat? Maybe he's a little lazy, and doesn't clean up as often as he should? Or maybe he didn't bring up any cutlery at all! That's the beauty in writing, it's up to you.
And by 'Interaction' I am referring to cultural clashes, differences or similarities between humans and ponies. Which is always good, and adds conflict, which adds interest.
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I'll take what you've said into consideration tomorrow. For now, though, I need to go. And regard to the lucid dreaming thing, what you said sounds incredibly similar to the very beginning of First Pony View.
395825 Well, I've never read, that, so it's a coincidence. And goodnight! I too shall get some rest.
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Alright. I've got everything you mentioned earlier done, while simultaneously managing to boost the prologue up to 1,302 words. Fire away with anything else you spotted; I'll be getting onto Chapter 1 now. Minimum word count should be 3,000 words, if everything goes to plan.
397483 Well, I'll be sure to take a look at it in a bit. I'm about to have tea, but it shouldn't take long. Could you post the prologue with the corrections, please?
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Sure, here you go. By the way, the italics didn't work in the comment, but don't fret. They are all definitely there.
Prologue
The rain continued to hammer on the window of my house. It was a perfectly usual Sunday evening in November. The wind howled, the thunder boomed, the sky was dark. Our home could easily have been in the middle of a rainforest.
I was sitting in the living room, reading a book, as I often was. It was nothing special - just some old novel; Bane of the Brethren, written by a guy called Edward Rodgers. The TV was on, but I paid no heed to it - I think it was one of those documentaries about bees or something.
"Jack, time to go to bed!" My mum was calling. Thinking back through my life, I had never really understood the whole 'motherly love' thing that apparently went around with a lot of kids. I can't remember many times when she seemed to care much about me. My daily routine was generally waking up, going to school, coming home, going onto FiMFiction, getting shouted at for not hurrying up and doing my homework, having dinner and going to bed, every weekday. The weekends were a bit better, but with the amount of homework I get, I still hardly got any time to enjoy myself.
Sometimes I wished that I could make it all go away. Find somewhere to go where all my worries would simply dissipate into thin air. More than once I've daydreamed about Equestria, meeting the Mane Six, destroying a great evil and becoming famous all across the fictional country, until I realised how horribly cliché such a thing would be. At least lucid dreaming kept me going. Or rather, looking forward to having one. I'd had no such luck yet, but I would get there eventually.
On this particular evening, something seemed… unusual. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but there was definitely something out of place tonight. Could it be the sky? It almost looked too… dark. Then again, that was probably simply the result of my imagination. I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts, then left the room and entered the hallway.
"Jack, have you got your books ready for tomorrow?" Her voice sounded somewhat impatient and rather demanding. ‘Have I? Didn't I sort them earlier? Or was that yesterday?’
"Uh, I… don't… think so…" I replied with intense uncertainty.
"Well, then, get to it! You've got school tomorrow." I sighed before walking through the white doorway so I could do what needed doing. ‘There isn't much point in wasting time, now is there?’
Once I had finished up in the kitchen, I slowly climbed the stairs, wondering if this was the way it was going to be for the years to come. I'll admit now that I have accomplished... practically nothing. Yeah, so I won those subject prizes last year for Geography and Chemistry, but otherwise, absolutely nothing came to mind. ‘Maybe this is just what life is really like? What if I never do anything but ask myself if I will do something?
There was no point in thinking like this. It always inevitably made me depressed, no matter how I had been feeling before then. Sighing again, I reached the bathroom and gave my teeth the usual, twice daily scrub. Mouthwash in, swirl it around, mouthwash out. Getting into my space-decorated bed, I checked the time. 10:14 PM. I could wait it out before going to sleep. I noticed A tiny spark come off the loose wire in the ceiling. It was in bad need of repair, but there was no way to seal it in without professional help. We were suffering enough already when it came to our income. I pulled my iPad through a pile of old animal magazines and plugged in the earphones. Loading up FiMFiction, I quickly found First Pony View. ‘Might as well give tonight a happy ending,’ I thought to myself.
‘Chapter 11 already in editing stage? Grea-’ CRASH!
My thoughts were interrupted by the immense boom of thunder incredibly close to my bedroom; so much so that the bolt of lightning struck the TV aerial. Most of the lights near me blew within seconds. The electrical charge somehow fried it's way through the hanging wire, effectively destroying it. With nowhere else to go but the nearest conductive object, it zapped down into the iPad. My vision blurred once I felt a searing pain in my fingers, then I blacked out.
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"That was quite a strong bolt, sister!"
Princess Celestia looked up from her letter. "Sorry, Luna?"
Another blast of thunder boomed.
"Oh." She sighed. "Yes, the guards told me that the pegasi were brewing up something big tonight. It was supposed to be mainly over Fillydelphia, though, wasn't it?"
Luna turned around to face her sister. "I believe so, but they always get carried away. I'm quite sure you know that already!"
The white alicorn smiled and went back to reading the letter. "We can hardly blame them. It's in a pegasus' natural instincts to find weather enjoyable, be it sunny skies or pelting rain. I don't think a reminder will be necessary, Luna. After all, it's been a while since Canterlot had a nice shower."
Luna blinked a few times in confusion, before swallowing. "You call that a shower?"
"A very heavy one at that, but a shower all the same."
The Princess of the Night scowled. Celestia could speak utter nonsense sometimes. She sighed, then went back to her royal duties. Raising the moon was no easy ask, even for an alicorn.
Celestia took a sip of her tea. It was wonderfully warming on this cool, stormy evening. She re-read the scroll sent to her.
Dear Princess Celestia,
Over the past few days, I learned a very important lesson about friendship. I found that it is important to trust your friends, even when what they say might sound completely nonsensical. Sometimes the truth can surprise you and leave you skeptical, but you have to overcome things which seem impossible and accept reality for what it is.
Your faithful student,
~ Twilight Sparkle
"Luna?"
The blue pony looked up from her bed and stared at Celestia.
"Yes?"
"I often wonder how it is that there are so many amazing things that friendship has to offer. That has to be the fiftieth friendship report I have received from Twilight since she moved to Ponyville, yet she shows no signs of stopping soon."
Luna raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Sister, there are some things which seem impossible, but you just have to accept reality for what it is."
Celestia stared, her mouth hanging slightly open. "How did you-?"
"Ever heard of a little thing called magic?" Luna grinned. "It's not very hard to use a word detection spell."
It was Celestia's turn to scowl. "Was there really any need for that?"
"I saw it as necessary," replied her sister.
CRASH!
Both alicorns jumped at the sudden boom of thunder. "My, my! That was a big bolt, Luna! It must have almost hit the palace!"
Princess Luna looked around the bedroom with uncertainty. "Uh… I think it did. It was so very loud." She thought for a moment. "It could easily have been the loudest thunderbolt I can remember hearing!
Celestia's eyes widened. "In that case, it must have been loud. You've witnessed countless thunderstorms during the night."
"I certainly hope nothing got damaged. It would cost hundreds of bits to fix around here."
"Indeed." The white alicorn yawned. "I should probably be off to bed. Big day tomorrow."
Luna simply nodded in agreement. Celestia was being flown to the Featherflock Palace in the southern territory of the Gryphon Kingdom to sign a peace treaty for the general area. She would need her rest for tomorrow. However, they were both completely oblivious to what had just taken place…
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Well, prologue finished. It didn't take quite as long as I had expected. I hope this goes down well; then again, it's only my first fic. Props to Suomibrony for letting me mention First Pony View. I highly reccommend that you check it out.
Please leave constructive criticism in the comments. There's is honestly no point in saying "YOU SUCK BALLS!" as it won't help me in the slightest. If you give this story a thumbs up, thanks for the small boost. If you give me a thumbs down, I'll know something is wrong. I appreciate everyone who took the time to give this story a try; I'll be posting the next chapters sometime soon if all goes well. Thanks!
FYI, this is not a self insert. I'm not called Jack, but the MC shares many traits and experiences I have. Also, Bane of the Brethren by Edward Rodgers is not a real book, I just made it up in ten seconds flat. So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed it.
~ The Thoughtful
Hopefully there isn't too much to change again.
397515 Concerning the italics, they will not work in the actual chapter, either. You need to use HTML tags. Do you know how to use them?
Now, about the story, suggestions will be in bold, removed words/sentences will be struck through, and spelling errors will be red, with the corrections and added text green.
Prologue
The rain continued to hammer on the window of my house. It was a perfectly usual Sunday evening in November. The wind howled, the thunder boomed, the sky was dark. Our home could easily have been in the middle of a rainforest.
I was sitting in the living room, reading a book, as I often was. It was nothing special - just some old novel; Bane of the Brethren, written by a guy called Edward Rodgers. The TV was on, but I paid no heed to it - I think it was one of those documentaries about bees or something.
"Jack, time to go to bed!" My mum was calling. Thinking back through my life, I had never really understood the whole 'motherly love' thing that apparently went around with a lot of kids. I can't remember many times when she seemed to care much about me. My daily routine was generally waking up, going to school, coming home, going onto FiMFiction, getting shouted at for not hurrying up and doing my homework, having dinner and going to bed, every weekday. The weekends were a bit better, but with the amount of homework I get, I still hardly got any time to enjoy myself.
Sometimes I wished that I could make it all go away. Find somewhere to go where all my worries would simply dissipate into thin air. More than once I've daydreamed about Equestria, meeting the Mane Six, destroying a great evil and becoming famous all across the fictional country, until I realised how horribly cliché such a thing would be. At least lucid dreaming kept me going. Or rather, looking forward to having one. I'd had no such luck yet, but I would get there eventually.
On this particular evening, something seemed… unusual. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but there was definitely something out of place tonight. Could it be the sky? It almost looked too… dark. Then again, that was probably simply the result of my imagination. I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts, then left the room and entered the hallway.
"Jack, have you got your books ready for tomorrow?" Her voice sounded somewhat impatient and rather demanding. ‘Have I? Didn't I sort them earlier? Or was that yesterday?’
"Uh, I… don't… think so…" I replied with intense uncertainty. (The 'intense' is not needed, and perhaps gives off the wrong impression. You could replace it with 'slight' or something similar, or get rid of the adjective completely.)
"Well, then, get to it! You've got school tomorrow." I sighed before walking through the white doorway so I could do what needed doing to be done. ‘There isn't much point in wasting time, now, is there?’ Maybe you should add 'I thought to myself' here, just to establish that yes, this is the MC thinking.
Once I had finished up in the kitchen, I slowly climbed the stairs, wondering if this was the way it was going to be for the years to come. I'll admit now I admit that I have had accomplished... practically nothing. Yeah, so I won those subject prizes last year for Geography and Chemistry, but otherwise, absolutely nothing came to mind. ‘Maybe this is just what life is really like? What if I never do anything but ask myself if I will do something?
There was no point in thinking like this. It always inevitably made me depressed, no matter how I had been feeling before then. This seems a bit odd, probably as a side effect of the tense issues you had earlier. You should probably change it to 'I had often thought like this before, despite the fact that I knew it had no point, other than to make me depressed.', Or something similar. Sighing again, I reached the bathroom and gave my teeth the usual, twice daily scrub. Mouthwash in, swirl it around, mouthwash out. Getting into my space-decorated bed,(Space-decorated is a bit vague...maybe instead describe it as being covered in stars and such, or even space-themed would be better.) I checked the time. 10:14 PM. I could wait it out before going to sleep. I noticed A tiny spark come off the loose wire in the ceiling. It was in bad need of repair, but there was no way to seal it in without professional help. We were suffering enough already when it came to our income. I pulled my i-Pad through a pile of old animal magazines and plugged in the earphones. Loading up FiMFiction, I quickly found First Pony View. ‘Might may as well give tonight a happy ending,’ I thought to myself mused.
‘Chapter 11 already in editing stage? Grea-’ CRASH!
My thoughts were interrupted by the immense boom of thunder incredibly close to my bedroom; so much so that the bolt of lightning struck the TV aerial.(The proximity of the thunder was the cause of the lighting? You may want to change this, maybe to something that mentions the MC seeing a bolt of lightning flash onto the TV aerial. Most of the lights near me blew within seconds. The electrical charge somehow fried it's way through the hanging wire, effectively destroying it. With nowhere else to go but the nearest conductive object, it zapped down into the iPad. My vision blurred once as I felt a searing pain in my fingers, then I blacked out.
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"That was quite a strong bolt, sister!"
Princess Celestia looked up from her letter. "Sorry, Luna?"
Another blast of thunder boomed.
"Oh." She sighed. "Yes, the guards told me that the pegasi were brewing up something big tonight. It was supposed to be mainly over Fillydelphia, though, wasn't it?"
Luna turned around to face her sister. "I believe so, but they always get carried away. I'm quite sure you know that already!"
The white alicorn smiled and went back to reading the letter. "We can hardly blame them. It's in a pegasus' natural instincts to find weather enjoyable, be it sunny skies or pelting rain. I don't think a reminder will be necessary, Luna. After all, it's been a while since Canterlot had a nice shower."
Luna blinked a few times in confusion, before swallowing. "You call that a shower?"
"A very heavy one at that, but a shower all the same."
The Princess of the Night scowled. Celestia could speak utter nonsense sometimes. She sighed, then went back to her royal duties. Raising the moon was no easy ask, even for an alicorn.
Celestia took a sip of her tea. It was wonderfully warming on this cool, stormy evening. She re-read the scroll sent to her.
Dear Princess Celestia,
Over the past few days, I learned a very important lesson about friendship. I found that it is important to trust your friends, even when what they say might sound completely nonsensical. Sometimes the truth can surprise you and leave you skeptical, but you have to overcome things which seem impossible and accept reality for what it is.
Your faithful student,
~ Twilight Sparkle
"Luna?"
The blue pony looked up from her bed and stared at Celestia.
"Yes?"
"I often wonder how it is that there are so many amazing things that friendship has to offer. That has to be the fiftieth friendship report I have received from Twilight since she moved to Ponyville, yet she shows no signs of stopping soon."
Luna raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Sister, there are some things which seem impossible, but you just have to accept reality for what it is."
Celestia stared, her mouth hanging slightly open. "How did you-?"
"Ever heard of a little thing called magic?" Luna grinned. "It's not very hard to use a word detection spell."
It was Celestia's turn to scowl. "Was there really any need for that?"
"I saw it as necessary," replied her sister.
CRASH!
Both alicorns jumped at the sudden boom of thunder. "My, my! That was a big bolt, Luna! It must have almost hit the palace!" (This is too similar to what Luna said earlier, and seems repetitive)
Princess Luna looked around the bedroom with uncertainty. "Uh… I think it did. It was so very loud." She thought for a moment. "It could easily have been the loudest thunderbolt I can remember hearing!
Celestia's eyes widened. "In that case, it must have been loud. (You established that it was loud already. In fact, 'loud' is used a little too much in that previous segment. And Celestia's comment at the beginning of this sentence could be changed to 'That is strange, you've witnessed...' or something. You've witnessed countless thunderstorms during the night."
"I certainly hope nothing got damaged. It would cost hundreds of bits to fix around here." It is unclear on who is speaking here.
"Indeed." The white alicorn yawned. "I should probably be off to bed. Big day tomorrow."
Luna simply nodded in agreement. Celestia was being flown to the Featherflock Palace in the southern territory of the Gryphon Kingdom to sign a peace treaty for the general area. She would need her rest for tomorrow. However, they were both completely oblivious to what had just taken place…
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Well, I found a few more things, but the main story and such is good, and the corrections you made before are good. Just change these, maybe send it to me one more time, and it will be good to go! And again, don't be disheartened by my corrections, your writing is still good.
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I knew I was in a good time when you listed what all those changes meant. Allow me to go through a few things with you.
First of all, thanks for pointing out the italics thing. As it turns out, I only just even learned what HTML stands for earlier today (Hyper Text Markup Language). So, yeah. It would be nice if you could go through it with me later.
Before it was copied to my original comment, it read, 'That was a big bolt, Luna!', which, of course, points out emphasis using italics. I'm still not sure whether I should change the wording, though.
Only now do I realise how many times I said 'loud'. How could I possibly have overlooked that?
I realised that the report Twilight sent Celestia seems awfully similar to the one in Feeling Pinkie Keen (the Pinkie Sense episode). Believe me, it is unusually hard to make up a lesson about friendship right on the spot.
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Uh, possibly scratch that thing with the HTML. Is the code the thing that goes like , then when it finishes? If so, thank goodness for 'Website Programming for Beginners, Book 1'!
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DRAT! let me try again…
[LETTER I] followed by [/LETTER I]?
397619 That is correct, yes. Sorry for the late reply, things happened. And indeed, basic programming is helpful for that.
397637 got it. I can't do any more tonight's too tired. I'll finish up and send you the hopefully finished copy tomorrow.
397684 Alrighty then. I look forward to it.
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Unfortunately, a few inconveniences have suddenly popped up, so it may be a while before I can get anything done.
Sorry.
399537 I understand. Take your time! I'm not the one inconvenienced, after all.
399542
One great quality an editor should have is patience. I am very grateful you have that within yourself. As for the inconveniences, they are, in short:
- No less than seven homeworks, all received today
- An important becoming art project which needs organised
- Necessary daily walks for my podiatry problems
- A deadline for editing a friends' 'book'. I say 'book' because it is, frankly, rubbish. Good job he isn't a brony, otherwise he might see this.
So, yeah. I might be a while.
399559 Ooh. I wince in sympathy. You'd think that you would get used the amount of homework, but...
And yeah, I don't mind in the slightest. When I don't edit for you, I will write my story. Win/win!
399571 On a completely unrelated note…
Stuff Brushes 3! You know why? Because I downloaded Procreate!
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Alright, I admit it. I have a load of crap on my iPad. Who cares, really? Oh, and hopefully Procreate will be worth it. £2.99 doesn't pay for itself.
399804 Well, I'm sure I would be squealing in unadulterated joy right now, if I knew what that was.
And I think that I agree with you on that last point. Cupcakeroo?
399821
Procreate is, to quote, "the only studio-grade art design app on the App Store". It has over 45 brushes (as well as fully customisable), up to 16 HD layers which can be merged, transformed and hued, high-class eraser and smudge tools, a fully interchangeable colour wheel and a 65 page user guide available on iBooks to top it all off. I would tell you more, but tl,dw.
Cupcakeroo is a strangely addictive cupcake making sim for iOS. I've even made cupcakes based on different ponies.
399821
Good news! You can cross most of number 1 and all of number 4 off my list. It turns out that major disagreements can be helpful sometimes. I'll continue writing ASAP. Also, new rule for this blog post: YOU can break rule 1 as well.
404145 Uh...what was rule one again?
And that is good news! Although I suppose that means you have had a disagreement, so...
404152
Rule 1 was that any comments unrelated to editing would be obliterated. I'm actually kind of glad the agreement happened - the guy was being a real idiot.
Ah, Seeing the Pattern 3 is out. Since I've only just started the second one, I'll put it in my Read Later list.
404196 Hmm, I saw them, but they never really appealed to me. I personally don't like the idea of 'Pinkamena'.
404208
I read them because they are original. That's something I always look for in fics. One thing Aegis Shield did wrong was writing them so fast! I can't keep up!
404213 Well, originality is certainly a plus! But as long as the writing is good, and I am entertained, I am happy. And at least he's only writing too fast. Have you ever read Article 2?
404218 Nope. I think I've heard of it, though.
404222 Trust me when I say that it one of the best Human in Equestria fics that I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Only trouble is, the author is in the military, so updates come rarely. It's up to chapter 7 now, I believe? I personally recommend it.
404225 Oh, yeah. I've seen it around maybe... countless times. Never thought to actually read it, though. I'll check it out sometime soon, but 80,000 words will take a while.
404227 Well, like I said. Updates are scarce. So, you have an art project, and seven home-works to do, correct? In addition to your walk things. For...your ankle?
404233
Flat feet is the problem there. I'll talk to you later, I'm going out for tea.
404234 Understood.
404238
I'm baaaaaaack!
404369 Darn, missed you when I was having tea. Hate it when that happens.
404421 Meh. Can't be helped. Anyway… I can't even think if anything to say.
404435 I can! And it's topical! Have you done any more work on the chapter?
EDIT: Apparently this didn't send the first time. Rather annoying.
404463 I'm about halfway through the final prologue edit, and I'm continuing Chapter 1.
404499 Wunderbar! I look forward to seeing it. I have discovered that editing is...therapeutic.
404510 Therapeutic in relation to what, might I ask? Or did you mean it in a general term?