I woke up early. Much earlier than usual. It's currently the earlier hours of the afternoon for June third, but it feels much longer than it usually is, likely on account that something woke me up around one AM.
I'm looking at some writing/trope talking videos on youtube and I see how the video describes how one can learn to art/draw and how tutorials don't contribute to developping a personal writing style, and how that makes some discrepancies. There are similar things occuring in writing and to be honest my own writing style is not... solid.
Seventh of June, Monday. That day we all dread. More specifically that day of the week none of us liked. It doesn't matter now, I guess. I should leave my worries behind. But I kind of wish my brother, my mother, my favorite cousin, and next door neighbor were here.
I've decided to broach this topic for the first time since signing up to this site over a year ago.
I've been writing for almost as long as I can remember, deciding fairly early on that writing is what I want to do. That really hasn't changed much, and it's been years since I came to that realization.
Sixth and presumably final day here in this strange, illustration like land. That weird queen, princess, or whatever is not one who seems to be dishonest to her word. She sent us back to the apple farm with a very special procession. The info is back again, and this time I took it with far more dignity than I did the first. In fact we all did.
First things first.
Hello random person(s) who has stumbled onto my page! It has been quite a while, and I've been putting this blog post off for far too long, so here goes. (I couldn't keep it short, so here are some section headers for your convenience.)
Bloodbore: Oligemia
Saturday the Seventeenth of June. Naturally we should all feel depressed. The situation never becomes less undesirable, but you can't consistently be sad anymore than you can be eternally blissful. The sentient mind doesn't work that way. I feel much better than ever physically. I should be more spry. I'm not. Maybe I should remove that there bracelet. Maybe I might ride me bicycle. There have been less effective ways to get up than literally getting up. I feel less and less inclined
I woke up feeling very well rested the following morning. Early enough to see the break of dawn. I cannot recall the last time I watched the sunrise, though I had to be more careful now, since my eyes are more sensitive than they've ever been. Seeing that sun rise above the illustration like mountains with identical patterns, yet rich texture was like something from a dream. Or a painting.
Hello all!
Im so sorry that I haven't updated in long time... life caught up to me and I went through so many crap that left me so BUSY to deal with them all- I don't need to divulge into them all but rather I wanted to let you know that I'll possibly either keep writing His Black Heart's Inquiry or re-write it with new plot that has been brewing in my head for some time.
N/A. No. Nothing exciting has happened on the twentieth, save the weird dream I had the evening before. Much like Anthony's, an elegant lady in a very regal looking cerulean dress, silver shoes, silver crown with sapphires, and mannerisms that command respect was at its core. No doubt we were looking at a diplomatic mare/woman with loads of experience in leadership, on top of being the most powerful witch this world has ever known. Like before, She was contacting someone from another
August second. I have had the time of my life, however special that may be. There's not much to live for. Except our in-residents, later neighbors have vanished. I'd like to say it's a good riddance, had it not been for the fact that my drinking buddy and co film appreciator had gone with them. Damn. This is *not* what I had bargained for at all. Sweet's scarlet mess is a minor annoyance compared to having the literal basement dwellers at our door, and demanding the location of the
Just a bit of an update on the lesser literary side of my life.
Finally secured a job in my new location. It's still part time, but it's close by, and the pay and benifits are significantly better than my last gig. So, that's at least a little bit of weight of my mind. Hoping to have more on the writing front soon
With Gracefully having been wrapped up, some may be wondering what's next on the story list. Truthfully, I'm not sure. The way I work is both spontaneous and meticulous; ideas come a dime a dozen, but the ones that end up working--the ones that I end up writing, I mean--tend to come infrequently.
"Let me finish my cute G3 fic!"
"Silence! You shall first make a G5 fic, despite you knowing almost nothing about it! It is the perfect plan."
INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS UPDATE!
WE ARE NOW IN CONTROL OF ABRONY. DO NOT BE ALARMED. THIS CAN ONLY BE A GOOD THING
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"No, shoo, shoo!"
Hey everypony!
Just so you all know, I'm not dead (except for on the inside, but that's another story for another time). Anyways, last time I posted anything on here was back in early September, and a lot has changed since then, so I decided to write a post.
May 30, Sunday. It's finally clicked. Another day I like to go easy on, and it's finally got to me. I always detested my entire family. I never desired their presence, because they were always there. I never went to them or made any point of paying visits, because they would always come to me whether I asked them or not. What now? I would tell them to leave me alone, and they occasionally would. Now I'll never see my brother, my mother, my father, or my cousins again. I have long since
June first. Tuesday. It's once again Tuesday, and officially over a week since we've been transported minutes to hours into the future except Sweet Stuff and the Hadley's, who will soon follow this time tomorrow or by mid week. I don't know how much longer keeping the date will be relevant, but I want to keep it such as best I can. It'll keep me from going insane, even if it makes me neurotic, if that makes any sense.
So, if any of you follow Calm Wind or any of my friends in the Troll Squad, you'll know I attended Ciderfest this year in Milwaukee! It was a lot of fun, and quite honestly there was a lot of awesome stuff that happened! Sadly, I don't really have pictures of any of the stuff I got or that happened, because my phone is a pain in the ass.
Oh, wait, I do have one picture! Of which I am really proud of having!
Nineteenth of June. After having gone to the coastline I have finally reestablished just how much pollution has ceased. To our knowledge only two vehicles have been in motion in these parts, and only one is combustion based.
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