New Story: In Our Nature, or: How To Dump A Dead Body And Be So Brave About It · 11:31pm Sunday
My gentle readers, I wrote you some words! There's ponies in them this time! Okay, there's just one.
Some dork on the internet that likes ponies and flower symbolism way too much.
My gentle readers, I wrote you some words! There's ponies in them this time! Okay, there's just one.
Celestia help me I'm back on my bullshit.
“The world is dark, and light is precious.
Come closer, dear reader.
You must trust me.
I am telling you a story.”
― Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Desperaux
"Unicorns are for beginnings," he said, "for innocence and purity, for newness. Unicorns are for young girls."
Molly was stroking the unicorn's throat as timidly as though she were blind. She dried her grimy tears on the white mane. "You don't know much about unicorns," she said.”
-- The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle
Before we begin:
There are several things I learned these past two months. I learned that it's worthwhile and fun to try something new (several things* in this case), I learned the processes of dictatorship, I FINALLY learned how to write Rainbow Dash, but most of all I learned to just stop trying to guess how long a story is going to be because if I say "I'm going to just write something about 10,000 words" I'm going to end up with a goddamn 27,000 word novella. A novella I wrote TWICE because the first draft
And it only took me a little more than half the chapters and four times the length I originally planned!
Note: this was originally a tumblr blog in February 2018, written in a fit of hormonal pathos, sleeplessness, and empathy, saved here for posterity because tumblr's eating its own head tomorrow. It's raw and rambles and just restates a bunch of stuff I've already said in previous blogs, so feel free to ignore it.
As I’m sure most of you are aware by now, The Silver Standard finished yesterday last week a week and a half ago (darn you, work-induced procrastination). I originally planned on a longer retrospective of how long it took us to get here, let you in on some old notes, and spell out a couple of theses on characters and the obtuse floriography symbolism that I threw in because it’s my fic and nobody can stop me.