The Problem with Writing Pure Clop... · 2:04am Jul 6th, 2016
Is that I'm at about 13K words with at least two or three chapters left to go, and Faust dammit I cannot think of any more ways to describe sex.
Is that I'm at about 13K words with at least two or three chapters left to go, and Faust dammit I cannot think of any more ways to describe sex.
I have a very special announcement to make. If you've beaten the game Miitopia for Nintendo Switch, you likely already know about the area New Lumos, a location filled with powerful monsters.
Pretty much anyone with high-level characters can clear each of the eight districts and beat the bosses within, and some of you may have even beaten the Tower of Dread. That's what I managed to do yesterday.
But that isn't what this announcement is about.
I do not understand why people publish their fan fiction on Internet forums. There are a lot of web sites, some are better, some are worse, but they are better than forums. Go to Fimfiction if you write about ponies; go to archiveofourown.org or fanfiction.net if you write about something else.
Hey, I've been basically silent lately. How about I do one of these status blogs?
Let's see, personal status... constant anxiety, bouts of depression, the occasional foray into existential despair, and, every so often, self-destructive urges which range from "killing myself would certainly eliminate much of my personal stress" to "I wonder if I could just like drink this bowl of gravy."
"THEY HAVE DESTROYED ME! I HAVE GROWN SO TIRED OF OPINIONS!
I HAVE GROWN SO TIRED OF YOUR SELF-RIGHTEOUS IDEAS!
I HAVE GROWN SO TIRED OF LISTENING!"
Truly, my family is cursed.
I said all I needed to about my father in my previous blog. There’s nothing new on that front. And again, I don’t like talking about my problems. But I just don’t care at this point. When you need to kick something, you find a wall to yell at before breaking a toe.
What’s worse is that yesterday was a wonderful time. An extravagant fund raising party set up for my father. Exhausting, but a great time. We all needed it.
I’ve posted another chapter in the romantic adventure story, but check out the static version of the new cover art below that goes perfectly with today’s chapter. This one I am titling, Despair. The great artist Syrupyyy
[Insert party-horn here!]
I've been silent for a bit, I know, but I didn't want such a mile-stone 'used up' on some run-of-the-mill, bog-standard random crap.
I've been waiting on some A++ grade weird crap to get such a prestigious blog!
Without further ado, Japans new answer to Equestria Girls!
Today’s story post presents the final alternate cover (below) and delivers chapters 12-13 in my romantic adventure story.
In Rarity's defense, she does wear the 'minor elder god' look quite well.
Have you ever had one of those days where you just didn't know if you wanted to smile and laugh or just cry, scream and shout instead?
Well, I'm feeling that right now, and a whole lot actually,
But what do you even call that state of feeling/mind?
Sequel image!
I honestly don't care how stupid the central idea of this is. That face at the end?
"Oh my gosh, he did it. My brain's melting, and for some reason I'm hallucinating pastel ponies in my final moments."
IN WHICH I DO A PROJECT & WRITE
Now that I have a new lappy, I need to get all my music - over a hundred albums, many of which are on physical CD - burned onto my 1TB external SSD... using an external optical drive... the lappy merely acts as a go-between. Lately I've been thinking about the writing process again. Click text for insights of a crazy man?
The day passed by in a haze, and Roxy honestly spent almost every minute lying limply on her side, blankly staring out at nothing. She was empty. Completely out of fuel. She had no motivation, no drive, and no energy.
"Makari was there since I was an egg," Taka spoke, "Whatever happened, and whatever the world threw our way, we were always brothers and we were always there for one another. We knew everything about each other." Taka then turned back to the sunset. "Then suddenly, you drop right out of the sky, and he becomes obsessed with you. Suddenly everything is about you. Night and day. Your every whim is of utmost importance."
Roxy hesitated, not sure how to respond. "I…I, uh…"
["Gonna be honest. Feelin' a bit attacked here."]
Dear Readers (including all those writers feeling a sense of impending dread):
A dear friend of mine, our own Cynewulf, mistress of the morose and the philosophical, apologist of the astounding and whimsical, has gotten a kick in the gut courtesy of fate and capitalism. Monochromatic has the details here, and is doing a fund raiser right now, playing Mariokart in increasingly masochistic ways for money for Ms. Wulf, or you can
So My Baby Sister (Which can't be linked here because mature-stories) is now only 4 chapters away from its glorious conclusion. At my current pace, we might even get done with it within the week. Which would of course be nothing short of a miracle, but hey, I think we can finally afford some optimism.
So, you're probably wondering: How long are you gonna disappear after you finish that story?