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Who wants to hear about why the next chapter of Junior Speedster is going to be delayed? I promise it's a valid excuse this time.
Well it was originally taking a while because of finals and traveling. Now It's going to be put on hold because I broke my arm while traveling. While typing with one hand is possible, it's grueling and I takes a long time. Since I have a lot of downtime this next month, I might get some work done on it, but please understand if it takes a long time.
I made waffles... with Pillsbury cinnamon roll dough. They were delicious... like Cinnabon but shaped like waffles. Literally sweet. And the frosting was even better when they were in waffle shape than normal because it actually stayed on them!
Hello everyone,
As promised I will do better and I have started self editing with help from the writing guide posted here on the website and the lovely advice of Jenna Moreci a youtube writer and blogger.
Check her out here! Jenna's channel
I got to go out and eat Sushi today, it was unique to say the least.
I also got to go bowling, which was beyond fun!
I lost 91 to my opponents 102.
I did okies, I feel.
Been binging Stranger Things and loving it.
Oh, I also got splashed today by th hose uptown, while enjoying a snow cone.
Today was fun or should I say the other day was now?
Summer Dreams Torn At The Seams.
Someone was kind enough to draw the youngest night child!
Pencil Melody was the artist. She drew exactly what I asked for and did a wonderful job! Go check out her page on FIM and her DeviantArt!
Gelato "Gel" Pen (Earth pony)
Gel is a writer for a national newspaper called The Equestrian Scoop.
She has a blue mane and a salmon coat.
Her cutie mark is a pen drawing a spiral.
She has a tendency to write more heart-felt, saccharine stories than her colleagues.
Though most would describe Gel as unusually nice, she can get rather scary when she feels insulted.
Interrobang (Unicorn)
Wanted to mention a couple of important things today, but the most important to me is to say that the resourceful, educated, talented and illustrious Fana Farouche has joined me on Deathless, and is now working tirelessly with me behind the scenes to catch as many of my fumbles and correct as many of my bad decisions as is humanly, or even ponily, possible. I've really enjoyed working with Fana on whipping the story into shape so far, and
Deathless has just been approved, and it's a Real Live Story now. Many thanks to the FimFiction staff for their work, as always!
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go add this beast to a couple of groups and then bite my nails a little. Just a little.
It's done. It's not edited, it's not sanity-checked, and it hasn't in any way been exposed to the outside world yet, but the first draft of Act 1 of Deathless is complete. 12 chapters and around 35k words, which positions it pretty much dead-center for a complete work weighing in at around novel-sized.
I hadn't actually planned on doing a novel's worth of horse words, but what the hell.
There's something in the fandom that's always weirded me out a little, and I'm going to give it a name. I'm going to call it Foam Pony Syndrome, and it's when you have humans in Equestria playing with Ponies by wildly whipping them about, tossing them up on their shoulders and generally behaving as though the Pony in question is either about as heavy as a sack of sugar or made entirely out of styrofoam. Mind you, the imagery is cute, but it rubs me wrong, because ponies that large should
Adding words to Act Two, that's what's weird.
I've been so focused on just finishing Act One that I'd started to think of the rest of Deathless a bit like Atlantis: awesome, inspiring, golden-hued and, ultimately, fictitious. Which, of course, it is, being a story, but not in the meta-sense. The story itself is real, it's just not about reality. At least, not in the traditional sense.
I should probably get some coffee in my system before I really start confusing myself.
I love Rusty's imagery.
Any bigoted or trolling comments will be terminated without mercy.
Neat, another follower special.
No comment on the story itself. Let's get right into it.
Twilight shrieked as she set hoof into her castle. Except... it wasn't exactly a castle anymore, but rather a large, BLT-shaped railgun mounted on an absurdly large golden statue of Twilight's head.
Aaaaaand that happened.
Woo, boy. Here we go.
The next chapter in the story was been frozen for a long while now, but I suddenly broke my writer's black like I was playing Minecraft and now I'm already 1,604 words in. Once I get the whole chapter done, the editing process will take a while since my editor is busy on and off the site and only has the time to edit 1,000 word sections at a time since I use an iPad and the I don't have Gdocs (I blame myself entirely, don't worry), but once I'm done making the corrections that are pointed out