These Heartbreak Times Chapter 3 Out Now!

I've finally updated These Heartbreak Times, only took me three months to write, rewrite, proofread and have it edited. I'm hoping it won't be this long between updates anymore. Part of the delay has been hiring another editor and the fact that I've had to fly home for my grandfather's funeral.

I'm still at my family's house at the moment, the funeral isn't until Friday so I probably won't get back until next week but I might still start writing chapter four while I'm here. As for how my grandfather passed away, he had a sudden stroke and it took him in his sleep a few days later. It has been a very difficult time for my family and I've mostly been feeling pretty numb.

I've had this nagging thought that maybe I should write a story about the afterlife, especially after I finished The Good Place. I do wonder if ponies even have an afterlife. There's probably a Good Place but what about a Bad Place? Can a pony's soul be redeemed after they've died? What if the rules in The Good Place applied to Equestria? So many questions.

I'm facing a lot of fustration right now. Not being able to get any interviews or a job, the story I've worked the hardest on having less than a hundred views, not being able to get nearly enough sleep, having relationship troubles...it's a mess. I'm a mess.

And yet somehow after I attend the funeral on Friday I've got to pack up, fly home and march onwards as if nothing happened. Which I can do, it's just not going to be easy.

I'm not even sure I've fully accepted that my grandfather has died. It feels wrong not having him with us. It's awful.

I've never lost anyone I really loved before so grief is a whole new ball game and one that I'm not ready to play.

I want to go home and get a job so I can make costumes or buy furniture or get my driver's license. I feel as though the closer I get to a normal existence the further away I get from my past and how tragic it all was.

And now what do I even write about? What's the point of writing if no one even cares about what you have to say? If I write something and no one reads it am I just shouting into the void? Because that's how it feels. Not just writing but I feel as though the only way to express my grievances without judgement is to shout into the void. Even if no one listens, I know the void heard me.

I hope you guys check out the newest chapter. I hope you guys like the direction the story is going. My editors seem to think so. They think a lot of things...

Sorry for the rant.

- Arcelia

P.S. It's an open casket...

Artwork by Zwagyzonk