I have ideas in my head, but the writing doesn't flow. So I forget them as they pass, coming to and fro.
I write pony words. Millions of them. Some people actually think they might be worth reading. I am very thankful for that. Also, I have a Patreon now?
I don't know what to tell you, so here's one of Maud Pie's poems. (It's about rocks. They're all about rocks.) "Rock. You are a rock. Grey. You are grey. Like a rock. Which you are. Rock." Solid work.
Six years on this account? And they say you can't feel old.
A fan-fiction author and game programmer that lives in Glendale, CA.