The beginning of the end of the beginning. Maybe.

Wow, I'm so glad I smashed out that Applebloom chapter. Considering how long it look me to do the Sweetie Belle chapter, it feels like it took me no time at all to do the Applebloom one. That isn't to say that I think it's quality was jeopardised, I'm very happy with it.

However, now I'm starting the final main chapter of the fiction and the one I'm most looking forward to doing: Scootaloo. I'm sure this will take me no time at all because I already have the skeleton of the story mapped out and much of what I want to be said already well polished in my head and ready for the computer. I've cracked on the Radiohead and have six and a half hours until I have to wake my mate up to go to the bank and beg for a longer overdraft. I guess being poor is the consequence of being young and working class in a fascist Tory government.

I've actually got a decent epilogue to the fiction that's been mulling around in the concubines of my vast and impressive left side of the brain; but this will probably be done a while after the completion of the main fiction. I've got other fictions I'm looking forward to starting: 'Morrissey comes to Ponyville', 'Bitch slaughter, revenge massacre', and 'Laughter is chaos'.

I'm also still intent on spreading my social-wings in terms of reviewing other peoples fiction and generally putting myself about!

Thanks again you brilliant person you.