I'm mucking around with Lulu for a work-related project (very boring stuff) and thought I would do a quality test with something fun.
Turns out I messed up the interior formatting, but it's still making me giggle every time I look at it.
Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.
Or maybe that comma is in the wrong place. I haven't decided yet.
Teaser: This chapter I've just finished drafting is called "In Their Mansion of Blue". It is a very deep and meaningful title... or it would be, if I posted it six years ago, when the poetry snippet I'm referencing might still have been fresh in someone's mind. Oh well.
I've just been reading through old comments on my scraps story, after publishing yet another chunk from the ancient cutting room floor. It's remarkable how many of the commenters are still around - but also how many logged off for the last time, soon after making their last comment there.
While I'm not making any promises about any particular project here, I am actually writing again. I figure if I write enough of something, some pony words might drop out somewhere along the line as well. You never know. What I'm working on at the moment is essentially a re-write of a story I read a long time ago; an old pulp sci-fi tale, about a spaceship that manages to get lost in the void between universes, where the crew discover that the technology they've relied on to scoot about
It's a bit of a cliché to say it, but a lot can happen in a year.
I'm not going to get into most of what has happened, because it's boring. The big announcement is that I've moved home, back up to near my parents and the rest of my family, which means no more Birmingham (and no more cheap chocolate from the cadbury factory, alas).
There are still GPT apps floating around here and there. One popped up while I was reading a thread somewhere and I thought, hey, why not plug one of my never-written idea prompts into it just to see what might happen.
I both do and do not feel replaced, but at least I got a giggle out of it.
Twilight and Princess De Raptura attempt to regain control of the moon. It shouldn't be hard. All they have to do is dance with it.