About that self-insert business · 2:08am Oct 27th, 2014
There's apparently a new term for it: "transcribed aspirational self-narrative".
Still kinda looks like Mary Sue, though.
I've been writing online for thirty years. One of these days I might actually get good at it.
There's apparently a new term for it: "transcribed aspirational self-narrative".
Still kinda looks like Mary Sue, though.
So I tried out knighty's new stats suite, and I'm not sure which surprised me more: having had 21,750 chapter reads, or being in the top 3000 (barely) in follower count. Neither of these is a world-beater, exactly, but I still suffer from How Can Anyone Bear To Read This Stuff? Syndrome.
The major disadvantage of the lack of pegasi out here on the plain is that we're basically stuck with what the air masses in the sky end up doing, and what they're doing at the moment is giving me 50-mph winds and rain approximately the velocity of an automated car wash, albeit without any of that Anti-Spotting Rinse stuff. (Well, that and the tragedy of leading a pony-less existence, as I did for the first 57 years of my life.)
So I'd come up with an oh-so-clever plot twist, so to speak, and started pouring it out onto the screen.
If that's all I'd done, I might have gotten away with it. But no, I had to go back and look it over just once more, and discovered it had more holes than the Albert Hall.
If I seem quieter than usual, it's because I'm trying to find some way out of it without making it look like I had to find some way out of it.
Actually, several pounds, based on the current exchange rate.
I have reserved a seat for the one and only showing (in this gedunk town of, um, 1.3 million) of Rainbow Rocks. The dollar off I get for being Incredibly Old exactly balances the convenience fee for ordering online.
Of course, what I really want to know is whether they'll bring Flash Sentry back.
About a year ago, I posted a note on Facebook that contained links to all my stories here. It received one like, so I know at least one person saw it.
I was in One Of Those Moods this evening, so for the sheer Tartarus of it I posted the first paragraph of The Sparkle Chronicles and sat back to see what would happen. The likes rolled in, along with "When can I read the rest of it?" We shall see what (if anything) comes of this.
Over on Quora, someone wanted to know "how come bronies exist?" The site's magical algorithm sent me an invitation to answer, and I did so thusly:
The Latin-O-Meter, situated at latinometer.com, attempts to analyze your prose in terms of how much Latin-derived material it contains, and therefore, by its lights, how pretentious (or worse) you are. Here's the scale:
20% and below: You see the world in concrete terms
20% to 35%: You sound educated
35% to 60%: You sound pretentious
60% and above: You are probably lying
In the very front of Al Jaffee's ridiculous MAD Fold-In this month (#529, dated 10/14), there's a pony. Looks like a G1 pony, though the logo doesn't match, and the cutie mark is five dollar signs arranged in sort of a cross.
(For the record, Jaffee was older when G1 debuted than I am now -- though not much older.)
About the time I started on the fourth TwiBrush story, I also ginned up an unrelated side project, based on a brief scene from The Sparkle Chronicles:
"She's one of three mailmares in Ponyville. She works only part-time because she's raising a foal all alone."
Of course. "Does she make enough for them to live on?"