Happy Third Anniversary, The Stereotypical Necromancer! · 7:01pm April 4th
It's been three whole years since I started writing! Woohoo! All that time wasted thinking about ponies!
I write too much too little for no reason. Now I'm off to hyperfixate on detailing that bush.
It's been three whole years since I started writing! Woohoo! All that time wasted thinking about ponies!
Hiya! How's tricks? Are you doing well?
Sorry I've not been around or writing much for, like, a month. I put out a side story a 'lil while ago, but it's honestly not my best work. You can go read it if you haven't, but I can do better—and I should've done better. It's just that writing has been... a tenuous activity for me for awhile now.
What it says on the tin!
Just thought I'd give a 'lil heads up, since I'm anticipating total completion of the chapter in the next few days. Three, tops. i've said stuff like that before. hedge your bets, 'cause it might take four
I think it came out fairly interesting in the minutia, not to mention I'm dropping a biggol plot bomb! This is going somewhere. I promise, you're gonna get something out of this chapter.
So, I'm guessing there's one of those two things you're probably more interested in, yeah?
Well, too bad! I'm talking about the dream I had last night, first!
For the past week and a half, my mind has not been very focused on notes. This is because I was freaking out over a contest that I claimed to have entered, that I was repeatedly failing to provide a story for.
'Yesterday,' as in, the time before I woke up 'today,' the story in question had about four thousand words.
Today, after twelve hours, the story is published with a more-or-less fully edited twelve thousand words.
Hiya! How's tricks? Keeping well? Sitting comfortably?
...I'll assume you're doing okay, since this is an evidently parasocial conversation between me and a completely fictional second party with which I share no apparent relationship.read: you
As always, I'm feeling a bit badly for leaving people in the lurch for longer than a week- or a month- so I thought I'd check in and let everyone know I'm not dead.
So, in-between writing my vaunted claim to very small horse fame, that's a double entendre -I like to subject myself to a few rigorous writing exercises to keep myself sharpish. Extremely concerted note-taking, writing short stories that I don't publish, and constantly rewriting the same three thousand words over and over again!
I really don't have anything profound to say; I just wanted to throw an update out there. For a while, progress was going really great- until it suddenly wasn't. I don't know if the specific section of the chapter is throwing me off or if I'm just going through another drought, but I'm consistently finding myself staring, dumbstruck, at a page that's empty from the waist down. Like... a pent-up teenager.