Progress Report Week 37
I published my first book this week! A three volume collection of fairy tales for children; some of them based on stories my mother told me, some based on traditional folklore, some entirely of my own invention. Stories for pegasi, earth ponies, and unicorns. I hear it has been very popular so far, I guess I made a few more fans with my journal contributions than I expected. I gave Rosie one of my author's proofs, inscribed. I thought she was going to break down crying. She just hugged me for a long time, and told me how proud she was of me. I did break down crying then, thinking about how much I wished to have heard mother telling me that. But hearing it from Rosie was almost as good. I love her so much, she's such a wonderful big sister to me.
I'm thinking about writing some short stories expanding on the fairy tales for an older audience. Maybe make that my next project while I'm hashing out my ideas for the novel. The anthropological society received my monograph and their reaction was somewhat less enthusiastic than I had hoped. Complaints that I did not possess suitable academic credentials to support and validate my work. Ugh. Hidebound old coots. They did say they are sending a couple graduate students to follow up with Black Salsify, and review my translation notes for the Old Terran volume (still no idea who the real author of that was, since it clearly wasn't Broken Arrow). Nice to see they have the same opinion of Broken Arrow as I did, at least. I recommended they send attractive mare students to talk to Salsify, as he's more likely to open up to them, the sly old codger. I should write him again.
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Broken feathers! I'm starting to get migraines again. I didn't even push myself, no reason for them to have happened. Twice this week, now. Not bad, thank the stars, but still unpleasant enough. Got a new concoction from Zecora to help with them. Not as powerful as the previous version, but it doesn't interfere with my thinking so much either, so it's a workable compromise. Hope this is just a passing thing like the last lot.