Outside of Anon: Final Entry · 12:05am Jan 11th, 2018
Occurs after "Vacant Niches" and concurrently with "Together Again" (which is now the first story this year to reach over one thousand views).
Occurs after "Vacant Niches" and concurrently with "Together Again" (which is now the first story this year to reach over one thousand views).
I've tagged this with What I Am, since this is the story that most of you have donated to my patron for. That being said, if you haven't donated to my patreon, this probably doesn't matter to you, and you can skip it.
To begin, I would just like to thank you all for your support and help. I cannot fully express just how grateful I am to all of you.
I've just republished the first few chapters of The Sound of One Hoof Clopping, my ponified Zen koan collection.
Twenty One Pilots
You say things with your mouth
Cobwebs and flies come out
I hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow
Luckily I can read your mind
Flies and cobwebs unwind
They will not take you down
They will not cast you out.
Dear friend, here we are again pretending
To understand how you think your world is ending
Sending signals and red flags in waves
I was supposed to release a brand new story yesterday, to coincide with Sunset Shimmer Day 2017. However, due to a number of factors—the leading one being that I needed to make the story's cover art, which took way too long—it didn't arrive.
However...
I'm working on a number of projects, but everything is slowed down at the moment.
This was in an episode.
I'm not sure what the deal is. I think my headspace is bad for writing because of some of the medication I've been taking, so presumably this will be a temporary hiccup.
My current front burner:
Update TSJ (finally)
Not much to say here, really, other than to wish you all a very happy 2018. I've got some ideas I'm itching to put down... and you just might see a certain friendly robot in the near future. Happy New Year from me and Greenfinger, everyone!
Trotcon is over. I had a good time, though I was a bit fatigued due to switching medications during the event. Catching up with Fimfiction friends was truly awesome. I wish I could have been more social, but I'm workin' on it.
Oh. Oh! Oh, oh... oh.
Alrighty so.
I don't normally do this sort of thing, normally my blogs are just status updates, story recs, or practical stuff, but an Eldritch Demon commanded me to so I'm doing it.
I worked on my latest story for ten months.
I published it twelve hours ago.
It has only eight votes.
Seriously?
I know it's been a long while since I last updated any of my numerous fics and the reason being, well there's just too many to focus on and I ask you, my readers, to vote on the one you want updated the most and the chosen fic will be my direct focus for one or two chapters before casting yet another vote.
To Vote simply write the name of the fic and whichever has been picked the most will be my focus.
ME:
I have five shelves for varying levels of when stories will be read. See below the break for the names, descriptions, and an analysis.
"Ooh, you're pretty mad, aren't you? I bet you want nothing more than to put me in my place now." Flim's horn glowed green, and the balls rolled toward the edge of the counter, closer to Spike. "Well, come now, little dragon. If honor be the stakes, then surely you have what it takes? Overcome the terrors of Sharpshard Mountain, or live forever with the shame of letting your lady friend be insulted by carnival folk!"