• Member Since 17th Apr, 2018
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PapierSam


Call me Prince Procrastination.

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  • 200 weeks
    Dreams Are Misleading

    See, about two(?) months back, I had a very convincing dream that I edited my latest posted story, Roaring Twenties, like I had planned to based on the feedback I received.

    I've recently realised I did no such thing. My mind fooled my brain.

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  • 211 weeks
    Send Me the Second Year

    Any of you who follow me may have gotten more notifications in the past week from me than you have all year. Sorry!

    So.

    Today marks my second anniversary publishing to Fimfic -- and, in light of the eventful after-party that was last year, this year was sleepover at an old friend's.

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  • 211 weeks
    He said: "A three-part narrative, brought to you by the next three days of your life." Well, he meant it.

    I gave my word when I said three days, and you bet on my principal as a writer you're gonna get it.

    I still have 3 hours.

    Wishing y'all well.

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  • 234 weeks
    Yall

    What happened to Braeburn? He was a cool dude. I liked him.

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  • 238 weeks
    The End of All Things: Friendship is Magic

    Haha, so that's it, huh?

    I haven't been keeping up with the show for the last two seasons, but by chance found out that today the final episode was released. Funny how that works.

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Apr
26th
2018

Writing Scraps 3: Rarity · 11:13pm Apr 26th, 2018

So.

In writing the next chapter of Is This It (which I ended up scraping half of, then all of, then restoring half of again), I ended up taking a few small...writing distractions(?) that mostly never got finished.

The one that I did finish was Under The Streetlights, but this blog is all about the ones that didn't.

Neither have titles, but both start with 'Rarity'. So, firstly we have:


Rarity toaster oven diary (working title)

Today, Jim burned his first grilled cheese. Charred it completely black. I have never been prouder.


That was the starting sentence to remind me to write a diary-style fiction where Rarity documents the short life of her new toaster oven. And of course, being writ by Rarity, it would be filled to the brim with drama, prose, and unplanned humour.

Secondly, and I have no idea, comes:


Rarity stood alone.


And I couldn't tell you for the life of me what that was supposed to become. It's not so much of a writing scrap as it is a writing TimBit(tm).

Thus continues my long list of what was I thinking when I wrote this and what do I do with it nows that further distance me from finishing the longer list of I've gotta finish writing these but why don't they ever get completed I do so much writings.

I need a list for these lists. And better list names.

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