On the Sliding Scale Of Idealism Vs. Cynicism, I like to think of myself as being idyllically cynical. (Patreon page.)
I just turned down a Barcast interview.
I thought about doing it. Five, maybe ten seconds' worth. But then I went back to their YouTube page to see what they'd done with other writers (et. all), and hit the barrier.
Because it just hit me: we're getting in range.
There should be two one-shots this month: I'm working on the Mr. Rich story today, and will follow that up with the Rainbow vs. leprechauns crackfic. And once Jack's CDA story wraps up, Bree is due for her own sequel. So current plans, if fulfilled, would bring me up to ninety-two posted works. (We won't count the two which were removed for insufficiency of pony.)
(The following tale is taken from actual FIMFiction events. All names have been removed to protect the guilty.)
Once upon a time, there was an author who had managed to gain auto-approval for his stories. (This had been accomplished through successfully having had an earlier piece published.) And so the writer was now trusted to submit his own work, in the hopes that all would go well.
In the New column:
[Adult story embed hidden]
My first thought upon seeing that short description:
A luck of leprechauns starts following Rainbow to see if they can find gold at the end of her tail.
Turns out that isn't the story the author is telling. And having searched the site, it seems that no one else has ever told it -- despite how much it feels like a retroactively obvious concept.
However...
So Coke wrapped up the first of what could be many (or only one) Cedar Fair giveaways, and... well, lucky me, I guess: I wound up with a digital code good for two admissions. I did somewhat better than this last year, when the giveaways included a straight twenty cap codes=one ticket exchange: this gain was through a sweepstakes. And last year, having nowhere to put most of the tickets, I traded the majority on a swap site for Amazon credit.
But this year... only two.
