Star Sparkle. Accomplished author, diplomat, historian and mother to one of the most famous mares in Equestrian history. She has no regrets, but she does have a problem: she ran out of gin last night. And her daughter is marrying an ape.
I've just been reading through old comments on my scraps story, after publishing yet another chunk from the ancient cutting room floor. It's remarkable how many of the commenters are still around - but also how many logged off for the last time, soon after making their last comment there.
While I'm not making any promises about any particular project here, I am actually writing again. I figure if I write enough of something, some pony words might drop out somewhere along the line as well. You never know. What I'm working on at the moment is essentially a re-write of a story I read a long time ago; an old pulp sci-fi tale, about a spaceship that manages to get lost in the
Maybe you should come to Bronycon.
Hotel's arranged, train tickets booked, convention access purchased. I most certainly will be there.
Every word archonix puts to paper (technically Gdoc), a kitten is born.
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Done and done, and I mean done.
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Hooray, we can compare facial furniture!
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I'm actually (hopefully, haven't gotten that elusive final signature on my leave form yet) going to be there this year
I shall say hi again and stuff!
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So... you aren't coming to Bronycon?
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I'm not not coming.
Nah I'll be there, drunk off my ass, as usual.
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My wife is having kittens about me driving all that distance by myself. She makes me feel young instead of over fifty.