Chapter 26 is ballooning like hell even as I write it. Current guess is 8k words when I finish? A lot of things need to happen before 27.
Black Lives Matter, this isn't hard
I thought I was finished with 26, but I've got about 1,000+ words to go. It's a new permutation of one of my usual problems: dialog is so much easier for me than description. This is another reason why I always feel like I'm just now learning how to write.
Currently reading: the Gail Simone run of Wonder Woman. Man, I didn't know there were good Wonder Woman comics! This almost but doesn't really make up for the fact that Rat Queens is dead.
Chapter progress: still around 1,000 words, because I had to get AA's help with the intro and we identified some future problems together.
Anyway, I use this blog for two things: small announcements about the story, and when I really, really want to. Today it's the latter.
Bye, Ted Cruz. I'm sorry to see you go; you inspired The Onion to do amazing things. You also shut down the government for a while, which gave me a couple days off from work, and I'd never heard of tonsil stones until you produced one on camera, so that was interesting. RIP in peace.
e: And then there was one.
6,770 words at the moment, with probably a few more once we work some things out because AA wants more description in a couple of places and then I had myself a little idea.
This morning I took that Pottermore quiz because I forget why, and I got Slytherin. Slytherin?! I don't even know what a Slytherin is, other than, obviously, a member of the Nazi Youth.
"Speedrun"
a Dark Souls 3 crossover
Twilight rises from her grave to discover a strange new world, and for reasons I'm not going to bother figuring out, she has one hour to kill the most powerful being on the planet, Nightmare Noon. Note the pun. "Noon," because it's Celestia. Ponies love puns.
The current speedrun world record in Dark Souls 3 is an hour and six minutes, incidentally. gl
For something like 8 months now my life has been dominated by some fairly intense stuff, most notably my cousin's cancer. Several of the chapters were written at his and his husband's house, where I was essentially the night nurse, waking him up every hour to give him his medications. A vivid memory: in the Maker chapter there are a few sentences where I describe angry Celestia (the lines about angels and animals), and I remember pacing the kitchen for hours in the night, arranging and