A conceited, pretentious douchebag. · 7:38pm Jan 28th, 2018
Five years.
The last (unfinished) story I published to this account was five long years ago. Well, more or less five. The point is, it's been a long fucking while since I've done pretty much anything, and that's ...
Well, that's just wrong.
In the span of those years, I decided to focus exclusively on original fiction—to varying degrees of success—because of some ill-gotten idea that working with someone else's property wouldn't bring me the same level of satisfaction that working on something I built with my own brain would. Because of that idea, I've worked on around six different story concepts, across two different original universes, with around eight or so characters in total.
None of them left the drafting phase. And that bit about satisfaction? Suffice to say that I was wrong.
Wrong, not in the sense that working on those concepts—no matter how unfinished they were—wasn't satisfying, but in the sense that working on stories within the MLP universe didn't bring me the same level of joy that I could possibly feel working on my own things.
It did, because simply writing them was a joy, and all the effort I poured into the things I worked on, regardless of their current state, was something in which I took great pride.
I'm sorry that the few of you who enjoyed my stories never got to see more of them. I know how hollow that must feel, considering the entirety of my repertoire is comprised of stories left unfinished and forgotten. I've no excuses for any of it—I'm an idiot who overpromises and under-delivers. If any of you feel that this account is no longer worth your time, I'd understand. I'd understand because I've been away for so long, that said account is practically dead.
I won't promise anything anymore. If I post a story, you'll know. If I continue a story, you'll know. But no promises, not again.
The title of this blogpost isn't made against anyone except myself. I'm a conceited, pretentious douchebag—a liar, and a waste of your time.
But if you want to stick around, even for someone like me, I'd be eternally grateful. I know I don't deserve it, but whatever happens in the future, know that I did it because I was finally satisfied.
And that's really all that matters anymore.
—Your friendly neighborhood existential crisis.
welcome back, I hope :)