One More Week · 1:27pm Jan 31st, 2017
My friends, it has been far, far too long already. Well, not much longer.
My friends, it has been far, far too long already. Well, not much longer.
I hung out with a bunch of people since I got into Seattle on Thursday. A partial, horribly incomplete list would include:
Xepher (rooming with him, cool dude as always, fair bit of presence IRL. Good at running panels, very efficient and good at sparking/spurring conversation)
Winston (Cool dude as always; a bit quiet, but nice to hang out with and chat with. He’s on the staff, so secretly rules over us all, like Xepher)
Mudpony (I’ll read that story, I swear!)
18 more days before you can call the police because of a break in...
23 more days before a fat fuck with diabetes comes down the chimney
Art by LazyBonesPony
There's been something I've been meaning to do for a while now.
Well...
There's been something else I've been meaning to do for a while now.
Hello, my lovelies. If you've not yet seen it, we have an interlude up for Star Trek: Phoenix written by my editor, Vic Fontaine. It features a couple of characters we haven't seen for a long while.
Dewdrops on the Grass will be proud to present not one, but two long form stories!
First...
Even as I stood I kept my gaze steady on her, sharp pain biting into my heart like a set of fanged jaws. “Amelia, I’m sorry it was my magic–”
“Thank you, Ensign, that will be all,” she cut me off sharply.
You've watched.
“Good. We’ll want to do the same on the Enterprise, then,” he said. “Last thing we need is a warp core breach.”
Yes, I'm taking another hiatus. I've just realized somethings that I need to resolve within myself and just...dangit, I'm bad with words. You know what, forget it. I'm not gonna try and make this emotional or overdramatic or anything like that. I've realized I've lost connection with myself, my faith, and my friends, and I need to fix that. I will not return before I do. I have no clue how long that will be. Before I go though, I'd like to give some quick shoutouts.
The Wandering Bard.
You'll notice I never ask for donations, always loans. That's probably my pride talking. As you know if you follow my blogs, my boss recently cut my hours from 36/week to 12/week, because I'm a whole-ass mess. Hopefully, if I perform well this week as I have the past few weeks, she'll bump me at least partway back up, but in the meantime, I'm broke as a joke. Forget CiderFest, I need to finish paying what is now last month's rent. Actually, I have, at least the rent itself. The $50 late fee is
I started catching up on what I could yesterday when I saw the crazy amount of notifications I had accumulated. It's certainly going to take me a while and then some to read all of the stories that were published recently. I'm not doing too good; I'll have a blog about that sooner or later. Until then, know that I have some updates for Marigold's story that have been edited and are waiting for readers. The story is nearing the minimum length for a novel and has had so much effort poured into
So I was planning on going to Bronycon this year. It sounds like a cool thing, I suppose, but the big draw was seeing a lot of awesome people while I was there. parasprite, Brasta, Akumo, possibly RainbowBob, and a whole lot more awesome people are gonna be there., and we were gonna have an awesome time.
It is. It really, really is.
I mean, you don't really think about it, do you? We spend so long clicking in and out of stuff where we can see that people have thousands, millions of followers and subscribers, and suddenly a million becomes the new benchmark of excellence. Some channels, you won't even look at them if they've got under a thousand subscribers. Because it all just becomes a number.
I'm very, very sorry. A declaration like that typed out on a phone in front of a river is very scary. As an author who wanted to have his blog either be for comedy or stories, I feel it was very rude to drop that out of nowhere.
Also, not dead.
So. Fifteen tips for y'all, straight outta the mouth of the biggest idiot this side of Europe:
Oh yeah and some other stuff I'll mention later when the con has ended.
So last year, when October came rolling in, I wanted to do a comedic 'Nightmare Night Special' chapter for Truthseeker. It would have revolved around Lyra freaking out because she was certain that, it being Nightmare Night, something bad was bound to happen, while all the rest of the Owls knew that nothing ever happens on Nightmare Night. I dropped it because by the gods, I cannot write comedy it was dumb filler. Instead, I released a pair of horror stories that no
On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... 4 dead nutshack memes...
For once I’m going to try and be on top of things and write about the adventure as it happens. Or nearly as it happens—that’s a thing you can do on a train! In part, the late posting is due to the amount of time it took to sort through pictures . . . you’ll see why if you read along. Those of you with slow internet connections, sorry.
The old Minot ND station
TL;DR: This story had a lot of problems, so I rewrote it from scratch. It's now better in pretty much every way, but it will require any existing readers to restart from the beginning. The story includes many changes and new scenes that will leave any reader who does not do so lost. I apologize and understand if this upsets anyone who has been following the story, but I feel it to be necessary for this story to meet the standards I want it to.