Dear Starlight Glimmer,
Your extension of friendship is heartily accepted and most welcome! I will cherish it all my days. Perhaps we should meet word with deed and meet for tea? I'd hate for you to feel that I am out of reach. If we are to be friends, then let us be so in earnest. I am not SO busy that I cannot spare a moment to chat in person.
Twilight could not help but squirm in her seat, she tried to not look to antsy - even if she was failing miserably.
When she was half dragged here by Rarity she quickly rushed out saying something about her boutique, leaving Twilight and Lee Roy with the spa sisters.
She would say Lee Roy looked a little overwhelmed, if he didn’t look so stoic all the time. He peers around listening closely as the spa sisters give him a small tour around the spa.
I have completed the entire first draft of The Runaway Bodyguard. It is 180,000 words long. I had planned for a novel half that length, but the best characters take over and only a fool decides not to listen and write down what they have to say.
Me. I found it. The first script-formatted draft is gone for sure, but I did find the second draft! It was rejected for having godawful garbage-tier formatting, but I patched things up as best as I could without touching anything else. Don't mind the typos and/or occasional broken formatting. I tried to catch as much as possible while keeping the text itself intact. 
Warning: apparently there's very light gore. Blame edgy me for that. :P
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
The first draft of Starforge is now 154,000 words in length! Almost half the length of Colony (weighing in at 334,000 words) and a third the length of Jungle (458,000 words).
This has been your update about Starforge. Excitement abounds!
God, these revisions are fun. Make sure to check out the revised versions of Chapters 8-11, as well as the next three in Chapters 12-14 in the coming week. I plan on having these done within 10 days, so we can get back to the current adventure.
On the real, these revisions are tanking my sleep. Jeez, it's like over a thousand, two thousand words added on, more context being put in because it makes sense! And with rereading the early comments of this book, dang...yeah it was bad.
I just thought I would share this here. It's an old draft of mine I never finished. What do you think? Should I continue it or do you want to adopt the story?
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BhP64-veUPYd28hNFNQw0907aa6pX84mfdElPhJQen8/edit?usp=drivesdk
Welcome back, readers, to another Monday post of Being a Better Writer! Sorry for the delay. As many of you likely guessed, I was given a morning shift at work to deal with. Half-shift, but even then there's the prep time around it, afterwards, travel time, etc ... Hence why I'd rather sell more books. But that's a case for another post. Being late, better I dive right into today's topic!
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
‘I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
I've thrown away my toys, even my drum and train.
I wanna make some noise with real live aeroplanes.
Some day I'm going to fly, I'll be a pilot too.
And when I do, how would you like to be my crew?
On The Good Ship Lollipop.
It's a sweet trip to a candy shop
Where bon-bons play
On the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay.
Lemonade stands everywhere
Crackerjack bands fill the air
And there you are
Happy landing on a chocolate bar.
See the sugar bowl do the tootsie roll
So … the title says it all. This is an update on things. Nothing big. Mostly Starforge. And why I’ve been quiet this week.
Honestly? I’ve got a little list of non-writing topics I want to throw out some paragraphs on here on the site, but … This week had enough going on, I think.
How bad is it? Well, let me put it this way: Facebook refused to let me run boosts for this week’s Being a Better Writer, because it asked people to go vote.
We’re going to do a shorter one today, folks, so that I can get back to editing (post-edit: It was not that short). Or rather, I’m going to keep it short. So that I can get back to, well, my bit in the topic at hand. Because this is the process I’ve been going through for a few weeks now.
Yes. A new story which will not impact updates and I will be vague about. Have a preview from the first draft below:
Star skipped home happily causing her schoolbags to bounce with a thud-thud-thud.
Today was a very lucky Friday for her. she got a C+ on a spelling test! Normally she got a lower mark but maybe her good luck charms finally helped her.
Well, after a lot of work and grief and general self-loathing, I've finally managed to bash this story into something readable. Barely readable. But at least I finally have a workable first draft. To make it actually worth reading, however, I'm going to need some help.
Anyone out there who has way too much free time and a highly critical eye is abjectly begged to cast that eye on my poor literary ramblings and help me attempt to make something entertaining out of it.
Conscience is instinct bred in the house,
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
By an unnatural breeding in and in.
I say, Turn it out doors,
Into the moors.
I love a life whose plot is simple,
And does not thicken with every pimple,
A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it,
That makes the universe no worse than 't finds it.
I love an earnest soul,
Whose mighty joy and sorrow
Are not drowned in a bowl,
And brought to life to-morrow;
That lives one tragedy,
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