On the 9th days of Christmas, my true love gave to me... 9 dead bongo cats...
Just yesterday, I mentioned a story that I was planning to bring back from the dead. Thanks to a recent burst of productivity and a fast editor, I've been able to do just that. I always go into a story with the intent to finish it, and I'm pleased to bring back another canceled fic. It's a fully-outlined story that I haven't touched since 2017... until yesterday. While the outline for the story already exists (along with the old version of the prelude) in Missing Pages, there will be a
I know I said I was probably gonna dip out for a bit, but I have a new story out. It's kind of big. FamousLastWords is hosting a fun shipping contest that gave me the perfect excuse to write one of the projects that I've had on my mind a long time, and the 15k limit means there will be plenty to come. It's random novella time. For all of you who wanted a male Luna and Sombra story in order to have goth boyfriend flavored OTP, I have just the story for you! It's also a story for Pride Month. I
The hiatus is finally over! It's been a long few months, and I'm quite happy for my weekly fix of pony being back.
So, then, with all of the conventions and events around, we get this episode. A rather fun kind of episode. Is there something to this episode that warrants analysis? Let's see. Unto the thoughts! (Few as they may be, as I'm not at home right now.)
ALRIGHT!
YO SUP NERD IM BACK FROM MY MISSIONS TRIP TO OLD SAN JUAN, PUERTO RICO
I HELPED RUN A VBS AND DID A MENAGERIE OF OTHER VOLUNTEER STUFF
I HAVENT HAD INTERNET ALL WEEK
I HAD 500+ NEW STUFF IN MY FEED SO IM NOT GONNA GO THROUGH IT ALL
IF SOMETHING MAJOR HAPPENED JUST TELL ME
also DONT YOU DARE spoil the upd8 natalie!!!!!
AND I GOT 2.5 HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT
SO IM GONNA GO WATCH DOWNTON ABBEY AND SLEEP NOW
BYE
I preread another thing a bit ago. (But wasn't listed as one?)
It's good but I'm really tied and can't think of nice things to say right now, but if you like worldbuilding, adventures, and Luna, this story awaits you.
To Lunangrad!
No, for real -- the title ain't lying. If I arc my back a little when touching the ground after a situp and then let it down slowly, my shirt creates a weird bubble of air and it makes the fartest noise I've heard in my life. It was hilarious.
Shut up. It's 4 am and I can't sleep. I just heard that due to some bureaucratic mishap I don't have a house near my university yet so I'll be forced to skip the first couple days. Let me enjoy my back farts in peace.
dis is luna
not princess luna
but luna lovegood
and oh my gosh cayenne powder burns your face
AAAAAGGGGHHH *skin sizzles*
but ok yeah i made this awhile ago
and yeahhhh
DO
NOT
STEAL
but not me
i've been writing quite a lotta words
including the afndskjlelasj that is enemy of mine
so by about new year's
thou shalt have some horsewords by me
(also a one shot that's long but whatever)
mostly, thank you for all the well wishes~
it's certainly helped
so even though i'm too pagan to christmas:
happy hanukkah, motherfuckers
I'll spare you the wall of text by linking you a google doc that has said wall of text.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/10NNHgZOW4Rz9DhCtzjUsa-ZZcR9jv1VmQqdFLDfvWpY/edit?usp=sharing
But basically it's unbelievable that after this whole year of being desensitized to this circus parade of a presidential election, this is what fucking sends me reeling. Unforgivable.
I have a confession to make. I’ve been having troubles finishing what I’ve been trying to do, and instead of doing what I should be doing in terms of writing (or making title images), I’ve been faffing about, playing games (such as Ni No Kuni 2, Kingdom Hearts 3, and Darksiders 3), and keeping an eye on Devil May Cry 5. Speaking of, that’s a week away... sooooooo yeah... Gonna be playing that very soon.
Holy crap, so many good games lately...
The last two months have been spent by me in a cave. Not a literal cave, no, a metaphorical one. But a cave nonetheless. Actually, I was sitting in a deep, dark cave constantly ever since the end of January 2017, when a very unfortunate event in the LoE dev team knocked me down like I had never been knocked down before.
Why the fuck is my mood going to crap when my life is so much better than it has been in a while? I'm slowly losing my patience. I don't condone bullshit of any kind, and I can only put up with it for so long. I'm angry and crying at the same time and it's making my head hurt. I just want the truth, even if it's something I don't want to hear. I'm a big girl. I don't need things sugarcoated. As long as it's honest, it's OK. Tell me that I'm a bitch, or that I try too hard. It's
Remember how I said that I have to read my fanfictions again to find out what I'm doing wrote lately, a short time ago?
I did this now and could figure out where I'm suddenly lacking.
To make it short, my descriptions have become less detailed and lengthy and my choice of words less creative, to an amount where some of my latest fics read boring in some parts.
Okay, so this is a thing that I figured I'd do because why not. I'm not a reviewer, but I'm a reader and a writer, so I thought I'd give a try and write a commentary/review on a story when I'm not working on my own. Because reasons. Because I can.
I've FINALLY got my new computer all set up and back from it's data transfer. Horse words should resume shortly. Enemy of Mine is certainly my top priority, writing-wise, and I've probably been set back by y'know, not having a computer. However, I might do a quick one shot or two to flex my writing powers, get used to the new keyboard, etc. Highly unlikely to be anything magnificent, but words are nice. Also, I would like to show off something potentially related to new stories.
So I've got like 2 big WIP's, a few small oneshot WIP's, a Christmas special for one of the big WIP's, etc... so guess what I'm currently writing?
A stupid thing I came up with because I thought of a silly title and I wanted to use it.
So back in 1925, they weren't called 'blogs'. They were called 'essays'.
I’ve been reading essays lately.
I know my audience, believe it or not—I am aware that some of you sneak into my room in the wee hours of night to caress my sleeping angel face and read my diary. For the sake of everybody else in the house, though, I want to explain something: there are two Latin American authors I really, really like.