I sit at my old mahogany desk, typing out a story on a whim that it might be 'good'. Pausing, I sit up and run a hoof through my tangled mane, still wondering if I could make it 'better'. I start going through my methods, sorting what has been done before and what could be still done in the future. The norms, cliches, the frowned upon, and the bizzare. I look out my window at the moon and stars, wondering. . .

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