In the end, what this story is really about is my depressive episode that started during the coronavirus lockdown/general feeling of the world being on fire, and not being free of it yet despite being able to live a mostly-normal life these days. I somehow did not realize this connection until I was most of the way through writing it.

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The first draft of my Blueblood story is done, at 14,966 words! 34 words under the maximum wordcount for Imposing Sovereigns II: Electric Boogaloo!

Me, right now.

Great. Now, I just need to edit it without making it any longer. That should be fine. It's not like I'm a chronic under-writer whose seconds drafts balloon out, or anything.

I did the thing!

I'm so happy to finally announce that the first draft of the last chapter of Woebegone is finally done!

That was the hard part - now it's time for editing.

I hope to have the last two chapters out at the same time soon.

What was supposed to be the final chapter is turning out a lot longer than expected. It is now split into two chapters.

I aim to have them both out at the same time.

After several attempts, I've finally gotten a first draft finished for the next chapter of Woebegone.

It is the messiest, sloppiest first drafts I have ever written.

Not everything makes it in the published story. That's why I created this list of my non-mature stories and their GDocs of remains (first drafts, deleted scenes, etc.):

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I have completed the entire first draft of The Runaway Bodyguard. It is 180,000 words long. I had planned for a novel half that length, but the best characters take over and only a fool decides not to listen and write down what they have to say.

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Hiii...

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Yes. A new story which will not impact updates and I will be vague about. Have a preview from the first draft below:

Star skipped home happily causing her schoolbags to bounce with a thud-thud-thud.

Today was a very lucky Friday for her. she got a C+ on a spelling test! Normally she got a lower mark but maybe her good luck charms finally helped her.

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Well, after a lot of work and grief and general self-loathing, I've finally managed to bash this story into something readable. Barely readable. But at least I finally have a workable first draft. To make it actually worth reading, however, I'm going to need some help.

Anyone out there who has way too much free time and a highly critical eye is abjectly begged to cast that eye on my poor literary ramblings and help me attempt to make something entertaining out of it.

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Because the Displaced stories where the MC is a bonafide badass right from the start aren't exactly... small in number.

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At over 9,500 words and 25 pages, this is the longest chapter yet.

But it's so full of exciting things! I can't wait to share it with you.

Be ready for Chapter 16 - Porthos (and the Unexpected Lesson in Friendship)

That is correct, y'all!

Chapter 14: in which Twilight and the Mouse King finally have their dinner date.

You all know things aren't going to go well. Or will it? Or won't it?

You'll just have to wait to find out!

It's so easy to give up when it comes to telling stories in general. Triply so (if not more) when it comes to telling stories of the fan fiction genre.

Even with a compulsion to share with the world any number of stories stuck in your head, there comes a point where it may not seem worth the effort.

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Today has been a really good day.

First, Titanium Dragon gave “A Slice of (Cake) Life” at good review. I’m really honored!

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I don’t know what I’m smelling anymore.
I smell wood. There is no wood. Just air. It makes me sick.
I wish there was wood. Then I wouldn’t feel so lonely.

I smell leaves.
They’re new. Except they’re not. They’re dead. They’ve been dead. They crunch under my feet as I walk.
Crunch crunch. Like chips.
I wish i had chips.

Walking is dumb. Flying is better.
I try and fly. I scrape my knee. It hurts. I watch the blood run down my leg.
I don’t feel it. It’s just there.

I hear voices.

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