Some Rubicon Information: You Dastardly Readers You! · 8:46am Apr 15th, 2022
Okay, my dearest readers....
So there's going to be a bit of a hiatus from chapters being posted for the next few weeks, as the absolute STORM of comments and speculation in the recent feedback has inadvertently spawned some...extra chapters and some minor edits and reshuffling. Something about it all set my editor/co-writer into a bit of a flurry of inspiration, and now we have....an interlude and two or three extra chapters to write and insert...
And as much as I'm a prolific writer, I can't plan, storyboard, write, edit, and adjust 10-20k words in only a few days. So to give myself a breather, I'm asking for your patience for the next two or three weeks while we work a bit of a minor miracle.
I just want you to know...
I blame ALL of you. :P
I'm not mad. But I am amused. The sheer volume of "oh man, I wanna see what Happens with the fallout from this. What about Shining?" has caused all of this.
And as an apology, and to tide you over, a few teaser tidbits of some of what we're working on....
Luna adjusted the heavy weight of the plastic bags she was carrying, enough so she could press her elbow to the little doorbell outside the apartment door. She could hear the faint cheerful tune go off inside, and within seconds, the door was pulled open to reveal Cadence.
Her best friend, a woman who could usually manage to make a grungy, sweaty tank top and ratty cutoffs work and even seem flattering, looked as awful as Luna had ever seen her. Nose reddened and eyes puffy from crying, moving like she had a bad flu, there was none of the normally upbeat and bouncy soul that had dragged Luna forcefully from her sour and reclusive shell in college. She looked…exhausted and defeated in a way that seemed almost like a violation of the natural order of the universe. Luna’s concern spiked up about half a dozen notches, and she fought to keep that off her face.
To keep her composure, the dark skinned woman hefted the bags a few inches as a distraction for herself. “Let me in? I brought comfort food. And some stiff drinks. And enough chocolate to make Wonka jealous.”
Stepping in past the pink skinned woman, she brought her bounty to the big coffee table in the living room, sensing that this was one of those talks where she’d be forfeiting any right to personal space.
“Chinese,” she informed her friend in a mild tone as she sorted through and began to stack containers. “All our favorites. And here. Ice cream for dessert, with whipped cream, strawberry, chocolate, and caramel syrups, and a bag of those crushed walnuts you love. And…” she retrieved a big bottle of rum. “…this, because I suspect we’re all going to need it before the night is over.”
Her mother’s Sun beamed down on her with late spring warmth, making the wavy, plush amber coat practically glow gold and turned her curling mane and tail of red and gold into living flame that streamed behind her as she kicked into a canter across a rolling sea of verdant grass. A snort puffed from her lungs, playful, primal enticement and challenge to herself and her companion, as she slowed to prance around the smaller form, neck arched proudly, every movement, every stride screaming ‘Look at me!’ She reveled in being in her own body, powerful and strong, with muscles that rippled under her coat and her horn rising from her forehead right where it belonged...
"You know," Pinkie said, cheerfully stirring the berries in, "a lot of people will say that the secret to baking is the measurements. That its all got to be reeeeeeally precise."
Sunset watched her actions, barely able to contain the emotions making her itch within her own skin, or the magic that hummed just underneath. "...Yeah, I've...heard that. Before." From Princess Celestia, but she didn't add that.
"Well those people are wrong, Sun-Shim!" her bouncy friend announced. "That stuff matters, but the most important thing is putting what's in here--" A finger poked Sunset in the chest. "--into what you're making! You've got to put your feelings into it!"
With that, dearest Readers, I am off to be slave to the muse once more!
With warm hugs and much cocoa,
The Author
(not serious)
no chapters! oh no! dastardly!
what's that, no chapters now for even more chapters later?
hmm, you drive a hard bargain...
(end of not serious)
will be eagerly awaiting the new stuff!
Oooohhh suuuure. Blaaame us. *Smirk*
It's all good. Just means we care about what is going on and so do you. Cheers!
Oh great, with those tidbits, you've got me even more curious.
I eagerly await for more chapters, but, by all means, take the take you need!
Curse the Muses, inspiring you to come up with more fun stuff. Guess I'll have to be patient and wait.
Dammit I don't wanna wait! Er, I mean, yeah that's fair. Looks like some good stuff coming up and I'm looking forward to it all.
So we're all in agreement. No comments from now on beyond "Nice Chapter".
Im sorry if any of my comments were or aidded in the inspiration, i didnt mean to give ideas.... but at the same time, if so, then slightly your welcome for the new ideas haha..... but overall, goodluck on the extended story