Hello 32 people who are probably inactive or bots other than the friend follows.
I have no platform, but given that I'm not wasted at TrotCon this year I need to get my annual social energies out in the wild.
Because after everything burns to the ground I always tend to wander the field of ashes.
Hello 32 people who are probably inactive or bots other than the friend follows.
I have no platform, but given that I'm not wasted at TrotCon this year I need to get my annual social energies out in the wild.
So inspiration hit me while at Bronycon to write a story. One that my tag search on here and derpibooru has led me to believe that it has never been done before. It'll probably be fairly short because it's not too complex, but it'll be fresh.
Stay tuned.
So, I'm not a good writer. That's pretty much the long and the short of it, my works come off as dry, terse, and don't explain things well, and it just feels like I'm rubbing sandpaper on my eyes, fingers, and brain to squeeze out something that's barely over the 1k word mark while I'm writing it. It would be so much easier if the worlds in my mind would just go on the damn paper... Blah!
Never assume that you will ever actually be able to predict someone's immediate response to heartbreak... ever.
Whelp, on this night I am currently doing what I was doing two long years ago, reading pony fanfiction long into the night. The only difference is that when I sat down two years ago on the eve of my birthday to read I was doing it for the first time. I've come a long way since then, as a person and as a reader, maybe as a writer too if you look at it in the right way. But, it all comes down to the fact that I've spent two years of my life doing something. That is a new experience for me, no
So, I am a horrible person... Ok, that's out of the way let's get to the meat of the blog.