Moving Forward · 3:58am Jan 5th, 2018
How time flies. Slowly, sometimes, but it's still hard to catch when it does.
I don't have much to say beyond "I'm not dead", and I don't plan to make this long... however: It's hard to find inspiration or motivation to write when free time is limited and other things compete for it, so I haven't done anything that I had originally planned on during the time of my last blog post. Worse, I started trying to write recently to find that I was woefully dissatisfied with the results. On the upside, I have a good idea what a hefty chunk of that last problem is. While I don't trust myself enough ("anymore" and/or "yet"), to say what will happen, I can still say that I have had an idea for what to do, and I have written a paragraph of it, which is share-worthy enough to be included below. There are still at least three stories in development that I would like to get back to, but I first have to fix whatever it is that I'm not liking about my writing before I want to pick them back up.
Today was nearly a day just like any other at Fluttershy’s cottage. Up in the lofts, the songbird choir had just pulled out the book of Hearth’s Warming classics; Fluttershy had been helping them to plan a Hearth’s Warming holiday four months early, before many of them migrated for the winter season. The squirrels’ Economic Independence Consortium was meeting in the executive flower garden to discuss acorn investment plans. In the living room, several mice advertised their home-improvement services, ranging from putting in doorways to hiring mole crews for den construction from scratch. Angel, however, was busy saving Ponyville from the greatest threat it had ever seen: cute, fluffy bunnies.
Looking forward to more from you.
Ditto.
Most intriguing. Looking forward to whatever you have planned, so long as I don't have to sit through a three-hour investment seminar led by a chipmunk.