Only two chapters left after this one!
Writing is fun. I like writing. That is all.
Firmament and Skanky, from a thing I'm working on. I wanted to show them off because they are cute. Sadly for them, they are meant for a horror story.
I wrote this for a thread. Brief darkness after the cut.
"Hey, Cap," said Scootaloo, poking her head up over the windowsill of Horatio Hairball's study, "what kind'a stuff are you good at writing?"
Horatio shrugged. "I dunno. I like to think I'm pretty good at writing dialogue."
Scootaloo narrowed her eyes conspiratorially. "I hear there's something else you're good at writing about."
Horatio glared at her over the tops of his sunglasses. "Nothing you're old enough to know about."
...Horseraiser got a downvote. Because that means somebody READ it!
Well, that was interesting. Okay, no more political commentary. If you're new here — yeeeaah, Twi for President isn't much like what I normally write.
So.
Back to the gay ponies. New chapter of Scotch is up.
Though, of course, we know who Elusive really is in the human world.
Judging by the comments, I don't think people are really getting Twilight for President. I thought I was pretty heavy handed, but I can't necessarily blame them -- I did seriously spend about three hours on that thing including revisions. My crudest clop story is more carefully crafted. I wanted to be topical, but I think that might've been a mistake? I don't regret the exposure, but I'm not sure I really communicated.
Will just be an extended lecture by Twilight about the difference between authorial voice and character voice.
Also my interpretation of Twilight wants me to tell you that she's generally not horrifyingly sexist. Just in that one story, thanks.
It's starting to get a little scary in there. I REALLY try to respond to reader comments, but the number of them is starting to challenge me. And the content is getting... dicey. Not ugly yet, but dicey.
Honestly I'm surprised it's taking this long to get truly ugly. But at some point, I'm just going to stop looking at them.