An Attempt at Normalcy

First things first: 'normalcy' shouldn't be spelled that way. I like the idea of 'normalicy' or 'normalacy' much better. That's the English language for you.

I've been getting a crapload of help from all the bro-ponies over on Reddit, and despite my body's attempts to kill me by turning a blind eye to a nefarious guerrilla unit known as "the flu", I'm still standing--er, sitting on a cheap folding chair--to type these words. No, I don't care how much you pay me, world. I'm still writing.

The first and second draft of my little Octavia story are very rough. I didn't want to see it at the time, but in an attempt to improve upon my decidedly... laconic writing style, I launched straight into a classic blunder; I have no excuse for purple prose.

May Ezn forgive my fanfic sins.

Anyhoo, a little shoutout to Sabellion for giving me a hard smack across my imaginary zebra mohawk and reminding me to adhere to standards. I really do apologize for it.

I will be keeping to my Christmas promise, and I'll try my best to knock out a chapter a month, even with my duties to my CAD team and my day job. It's strange, actually: I seem to write better and on a schedule more when I'm busier. For me, freetime begets laziness. It's good to learn these things, even if it sucks to realize it may mean never giving oneself a large amount of freedom. That Loki bastard was right! Humanity is naturally predisposed to slavery; if not the slavery of another man, it is to the slavery of passion or lethargy we chain ourselves to. I hope I remain loyal to the former.