Update Schedule, Snippets and Snapples

After receiving suggestions, I will update fics in (roughly) this order:
Buggin' Huccups
Reprogramming
Reprogramming
Takes the Cake
Hell Yeah
Anything with Twilight in it
Anything sci-fi
Human Blood
Reprogramming
Human Blood
A first contact story
Hell Yeah

Thanks for pitching in!

Also, to tide you between now and the next first contact story, have a little snippet of an idea I had:

"Ouch!"

Though that exclamation was the herald of the sublime experience of pain, Twilight was more than happy to receive it. The small shock resulting from magical conduction along the exotic material's filament was an achievement that made any pain, no matter what, worth it.

Twilight was going to the first. The very first to invent magically-assisted flight.

No, not just aeronautical flight, space flight. She had invented the first device capable of piercing the gravity veil around their little cradle. She was going to be the first to launch out and explore the stars that had so far twinkled out of her grasp...

Twilight saw the stars and grinned from ear to ear.

Finally, it was going to happen, she would get in touch with the mysterious beings that had so far kept their distance.

"I'm coming for you," she whispered brazenly. "You can't hide forever up there!"

——————

Above her, observing the little antics of the native population, an excited scientist grinned back at the display.

"This is the first time. What do you think, Captain?" He reached out to the holographic display and ticked a box. A very important box. Next to it was one word: uplift.

"Honestly?" she replied with a nervous grimace more than a smile. "I'm so worried my lunch is about to exit the wrong way."

The Captain and the scientist laughed together. Then the Captain straightened out and signalled for a ship-wide communique.

"All crew, prepare for First Contact!"

If only I had more time to write!

How I feel when I write:

On a day like any other, the writer stares out of the window and wishes for a different existence. No, not in the way of fulfilment grounded in this unchosen reality, but rather for the rich tapestry this writer is trying to create. Though she knows that the ground is uneven on the path towards this paradise she seeks, it doesn't stop her from looking forward to the ending and seeing the idyllic scenery she so desires.

In that moment, there is a spark. It's small and sheltered and tenuously tenacious. That spark could at any moment be blown out of existence. In fact, several times before it had, and that writer can also stare wistfully in that mental abyss where all creation's fleeting moments had died, when she hadn't the life raft of digital paper and pen with her.

Still, like all ideas, this one excited her. Oh how she wished to share them with the world! Surely, if the idea was so tantalising and so titillating, her efforts could be celebrated among her peers. If not her peers in her Art, but her peers in her desires. Yes, the desires for the journey that is not our own, or similar, but different, or the same, but exchanged.

Surely, the avid audience asks for the alike?

Yet when she pours her thoughts into the writing, immerses herself in the world of characters, interactions and rich backgrounds of alien worlds, she has a nagging doubt before she shares.

Will it be well-received?

It's best not to worry about it, say her friends, write what you want.

But I do, she thinks, but it's hard to ignore the weight of their passionate expectations.

Their passion, she knows, stems from their love of a story too. They want her story to succeed as she does. They want the same thing; it is clear!

But that doesn't get rid of that nagging sensation. That little puff of worry that can smother a spark.

She'll push on, she resolves, because she takes pride in her work! That nagging feeling will eventually be replaced with her own desire to see that different existence, the one she has made with her tireless hands and her ceaseless mind. She will craft it so that it will stand alone and proud, so that she can look upon it with no regrets. So that her and her faithful followers can enjoy her creation as much as does!

Until then, the hardest step is not to be an author, she thinks, but to be a reader too.

P.S. I think the best authors are those that are true readers.
P.P.S. Buggin' Hiccups to be updated in less then a day. Reprogramming maybe a week.