Plans · 6:18pm Apr 5th, 2020
So, title: God spits in the face of the plans of men, fact. It has been a long time coming, and trust you me, I have attempted to finish this chapter on multiple occasions since Dec 22 2019. Multiple times. Unlike my usual style where I just sit down and go for hours on end, the chapter of Super you have today was written piecemeal, anywhere from 3K to 100 words at a time, and each and every section in parts all on a different day.
I couldn't do it, for the longest time. I didn't want to. The way this chapter ends is exactly the way I imagined it all the way back in 2016 when I finished the rough draft of the story outline, and I knew it was going to hurt then. Didn't realize that it would be the source of a crippling depression that made me legitimately think about dropping the story all together at least a few times, but here we are. Something about strong choices and wills and whatnot.
But you can bet your ass that I meandered. The current ending was only written after I slept on the first one I wrote, realizing just what a cop-out it was for me to just... end it the way I did. Things had been set up to end a certain way, the only surefire shot that we always seem to have was supposed to fail for the first time, and everything was supposed to go wrong from there. That was how I wrote it, and I didn't want to follow through because I felt that I was doing my guy dirty. However... making him go out with a whimper rather than a bang like in the first ending (not the one that was published today) felt even worse than doing it right, so here we stand.
In my document, I have another couple scenes that may get deleted from the next chapter about how this goes because, as you can probably tell, especially if you caught one of the hints in... that one chapter I posted almost two and a half years ago you might know, but probably don't remember, things are about to get worse! If you've ever wondered why he calls himself, "Persona," you may see an answer to that question sooner, rather than later.
And on another note, if you remember what happened in the chapter before this, the next chapter is likely to run into the beginning of Monday, and another mask will be dropped. All kinds of fun here on the depression train.
But, that's enough for future plans for Super. Even with the quarantine going on, I've been feeling better as of late in general. The story, "So too, Shall This Pass" was written simply because I wanted to write something nice and sweet, which, based on the rest of my catalogue, is not my usual M.O.. Because I've done such... awful things to best pony in Super, I wanted to write a world in which she gets a better ending for a while, and after my disgust with the awful series finale, I needed a future for my girls that wasn't just complete garbage. As such, I've actually written several stories that take place in said future which should start showing up around May. The first one, which is actually complete and just tucked away for the right time, which is mother's day, features Rarity and her only child.
I also worked on like an actual entry into my Kingdom of the Desert Sky story for the first time yesterday, so I think that too is a good sign. I am ready to finish Super. The hard part is done, I've already been through the emotional trauma leading up to this moment, and finally, I don't have to worry about it anymore. It's sad to think I practically traumatized myself over a character I created, but with everything that's happened in the last year, I think it's safe to say that this is the result of a lot of things all coming together in one singularity.
Anyways, that's all from me. The TL;DR of it all is: I had a hard time getting here, but now that we're finally past that, I hope to finish Super sooner rather than later. I have a few other short stories in the wings, and my attention is soon to shift to my next big project.
Until Next Time~
-KCZ
