"You know," Luna said, sipping quietly at her cup of coffee, "We haven't heard much from you for the past few months. Has everything been alright?"
By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?
You know that thing when you've been working on something and you just finished it? And then you read it and realize that it's thematically inappropriate, or oddly paced, or just plain bad? And then you realize you have to re-do about a week's worth of work? And then you are interrupted by the appearance of a young child that can only speak Russian, but they have the most unusual blue eyes, and a set of insectoid wings on their back? And then a specially trained task force arrives to neutralize
So, hey.
I know I haven't written anything in a while, I know it's been a long time since the last update. I'm still working on it, I swear. It's been rough for a bit, and I want to talk it out with you guys. If you don't care to hear what could appear as either an explanation or self-pitying whining, just know that the next chapter will be out in a few days, okay? I think it's going to be good, but then I'm biased.
I have good news, everyone!
Due to recent events, I've come to realize that sustaining my current pace of work is simply not going to happen. In between my busy schedule of work, video games, crying in my shower, and training to beat the record for most packets of instant oatmeal cooked in a day, I'm simply swamped.
A bit crude, but it works.
We're about to get dumped on this weekend, two to three feet if the weather folk are to be believed, which means I may very well spend the weekend not just at work, but actually AT WORK. Like unable to leave work. This is impacting the update schedule, as you might think. But fear not! I have three chapters ready to go, all occurring simultaneously.
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I spent two laborious weeks trying to encode this all by hand, so please forgive the lateness. I eventually had to use an encryption site to get it done, which makes things a bit less interesting, but I think you all will find things a bit more challenging next time, when the clue for the key is a bit less obvious. With that in mind, I give you the first pages of an ancient and long-forgotten accounting of the years shortly after the Rebellion of Twilight Sparkle, known to those who follow her