July Update · 3:23am Jul 5th, 2021
God, I swear. I'm working on it. But I think I've gone over before how my workflow works:
Write it a thousand times, and then post what's left after the firestorm.
Writing is just pain leaving the spirit...
God, I swear. I'm working on it. But I think I've gone over before how my workflow works:
Write it a thousand times, and then post what's left after the firestorm.
This past weekend, and pretty much every day since, has been ruined by a horrendous cold I caught. It was going to be our first real life session of dungeons and dragons on Saturday, when I came down with it. I’ve been mostly unconscious and/or fever dreaming since then. I may have dreamed at one point that Trixie was berating me for not working on her story while sick.
Realizing that the Terrible Trio were still awake inside their stone prison after twenty years, Princess Twilight has decided to commute their sentences. But while Cozy is being watched by Princess Anarchy, and Tirek’s been sent back home, what is to be done about Chrysalis? She’s too powerful, too smart, and possibly too crazy.
Good thing Pharynx has an idea. Chrysalis will wish she’d stayed a statue.
So. Been about a month. Time for an update!
As of this moment, All These Midnight Days is complete. The epilogue is up, and I can finally sigh with content…
Part one of All These Midnight Days’ finale has landed!
It sucks that my outline for this story is, like, five sentences. Heck, I've got a few shortened outline notes that total around one full sentence if you squint.
All thanks to the wonderful Cyonix. Thought I'd say thank you! And everyone should know how awesome they are!
Alright, so I figure it's been long enough. Time to give everyone a little heads-up about what's going on at the moment, even if nothing's really going on. But, since that's kind of the problem/not-problem, still a good thing to bring up.
So far, I've managed to write between 5 and 10 thousand words for the final main chapter of All These Midnight Days.
Pause for effect
You heard me. I'm done. I'm leaving. And I shan't be coming back.
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Until April 2nd. I won't be party to this Foolish holiday. I'm going to hide in my bunker.
In lieu of me not being funny, please enjoy this in my absence.