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May Update · 4:43pm May 1st

So some good news, I finally got my work computer up and running. So I'm going to be writing with a bit more consistency. Honestly, I'm going to try to have the chapter ready for editing at the end of the month. So hopefully I can get that out on time.

In other news for Not So Bold, I'm going to be continuing that story though not for a while. I plan on writing large sections out first to get the entire plot and do scheduled uploads multiple times a week once the sections are finished.

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Been here a while and thought I should provide some info and a few links.
I'm a professional writer, for the sake of clarity I'm using that term to state that I've been paid for my writing in the past. I'm currently trying to get to a stable place in life so I can work on improving my writing.

Now the links:
First, by popular demand
My Kofi link, for those who find themselves under the compulsion to send me money. Might want to see an exorsist about that.

This is a story that I have posted on Royal Road. Was made for the Write-athon contest and is currently on hiatus. Posted here for your convienence.

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How goes it?

Ah..... superfan......

with the help of google translator, i tried to show all my charity for the person who wrote many comments with requests / demands to continue the story

....do I want to know what happened here?

if a person does not want to answer, but they continue to demand it, this will only cause irritation, and most likely unwillingness to fulfill your request. So get away from him.

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Salt Lick (Short story)

This was a short story I wrote up as an example of how to avoid PPD (Ping Pong Dialogue)
Put in in a post a while back and thought I'd put it somewhere easier to find. Enjoy.

"Ah- *Belch* Ah tell ya, Mar. I knew she was trouble the moment that sssssssstupid pony walked inta mah life." Salted Comma rambled drunkenly, waving his mug of rotgut in the air before tipping its contents down his gullet. Meanwhile 'Mar' simply nodded along with Comma's undignified slurs, offering a quiet 'mm hmm' when appropriate. "She always finds sssssoOOME OTHER STALLION AHN SAY'S 'we gotta take a break'," Salt threw up the best air quotes hooves would allow while his voice adopted a mocking falsetto. "Then a week later she gets bored of the dumb schmuck and comes slinking back LIKE NUTHIN happened. With them big ol' puppy dog eyes and all that sweet talk. 'I was just confused, you're the only one for me!" He pantomimed, with the high pitch making a return appearance before he laid his head down, as if the cold table would whisper the answer to his lady troubles. "How many times has she pulled this stunt? Ah, ah don't even remember anymer." He mumbled into the pine.

"Eight times," answered Mar, "nine if you count that one night with Hay Roll."

"Hey that don't count," Salt's head shooting up off the table glaring at his friend, "she was reeeally drunk. Side's, she said she was sorry." His baleful gaze dropped from his friend to his drink, the sixth one tonight. "She said she was sorry." He mumbled.

Mar apparently didn't feel the need to comment and simply sat.

Salt seemed like he was trying to say something, he was working his mouth like he had to chew the words before he could speak them. "I'm going to give her one more chance. This is it, the last time."

"Are you sure? You've said that before too."

Comma shook his head "No, I-" Unfortunately his head shaking shook him a little more than he anticipated and sent him to the floor. After a few attempts to get up on his own failed, a mane filled with gentle golden curls suddenly filled his sight as he was lifted into a standing position. "Thanks, Mar." He said as his eyelids became harder to keep open. "Yur a good friend."

Had his eyes been open at the time, he would have seen the look of hurt flash across Marigold's face at the word 'friend'. It was brief, but it was there. She worked Salt onto her slender back as he dropped into an unsteady slumber. She looked at his sleeping face hanging from her shoulder and gently nuzzled his cheek. The embrace was almost chaste. Almost. And with heavy hooves, she slowly made her way towards the door with Salt in tow. She had to get him home, even if in her heart of hearts she didn't want to.