Everything Wrong With Me Right Now · 2:53pm Nov 27th, 2013
Writing still hasn't stopped, I'm continuing the big action fic, writing my oc fic again, and on my tablet here sometime soon will be a clopfic from me. Which leads me to my poem.
Ill fate befallen thou, work so nerve-wracking
I'd doubt call it foul, what with key-tapping
It brings us joy, those who know not
For we are their toy, words entangle us in their knot
But such thrill, brings our spill
For us writers are artists, our passion soon grows darkest
We do whatever it takes, no matter the stakes.
Don't know if that's a poem or not, but I like it, as it's my interpretation of people that start writing then fall into clopfic territory. ((As some of you already know))
Anyhow, I made a joke in my OC fic that I just have to share:
Okay so what happened was... I was following Carrot Top around in her little area on the farm with her carrots and other occasional plants and flowers here and there; trying to find what I'd be good at on the farm, like a foal trying to find their Cutie Mark.
My inner voice was going crazy, bringing memories from here and there to my conscience, wondering about odd things here and there, trying to find humor in the plant kingdom.
When she mentioned how the weeds kept attacking her crops, my brain assaulted my mouth before I could block it properly, and what slipped out keeps me laughing even now.
"Like pimps desperate to get their bitches back!" That very statement was wrong in every single way possible, and it just felt so right to say it, and I started laughing uncontrollably; but I felt so bad afterwards when I was rushed out by Applejack, trying to keep the general rest of the mares at the farm from stomping me into the dirt.
So there's that. I would put a bit of my action fic on here, but I'd have to do the same thing I just did, but for many more words; retype it word for word because I'm on my tablet. Internet on pc has been dead for the last while and I don't know why, but it should be fixed soon.
But yeah, just wanted to get that stuff out of the way, and to tell the few that care that another clopfic is working it's way out, because I'm writing it on my tablet so I can post it more quickly.
INFO. SPREAD. ARE WE DONE? I CAN GET BACK TO MY EGGNOG NOW? GOOD GOD FINALLY.
