The first premise struck me shortly after the time traveling Twilight episode. I found the idea of Tartarus interesting and my mind, against my will, started to construct a story framework around it.
I read and sometimes edit stories. Little burned out though.
And for those of you who don't know, the poor toaster.
Been a while since I have posted anything here. Mainly cause, what does one write in such a place?
To be abreast of current endeavors, I really should stop spending more time on this site than Reddit, Facebook, and Wikipedia combined. It is doing my homework grade no favors (favours for you British folk).
I have always resisted writing a story cause I saw it as slipping farther into the fandom (not like Fourpony -FiM isn't the first hit on Google) and I hate all my own ideas (except for the ones that are better then everyone else's). But as the summer turned into fall, I felt the whispers of an idea that started in late spring becoming more insistant. I tried to argue with myself with the usual, "It's a terrible idea", "I suck at writing", and of coarse the laughable, "I need to do homework".
Today is a terrible day, one that will slowly begin (or continue in some people's opinion) my spiral into insanity. Yes, it has all come to pass, my number of "Read Later" stories has broken 100 (101 currently), and I do not have the time to read them all. My current "Favorites" have 40 chapters for me to catch up on (shut it portalzor), and with school on top of it...
My only hope is to not become a drama queen like Rarity.
So, I was just texting my friend (I totally won the argument that California cows are better then Wisconsin cows) when he mentioned "pie". I then for no logical reason proceeded to text long, rambling, inane messages in a form that makes you want to shove a hoof into Pinkie Pie' mouth. All because of one word!