Monthly Archives: September 2016

Seriously stuck

It’s been almost a year since I had anything to say in The Life That Late He Led; it’s almost like Brush up and died on me before I’d finished his story. Which was, I admit, at least part of the plan. But he deserves a better sendoff than this. I suppose I’ll puzzle over the matter a little longer.

Looking for Pinkameaning

Now and then, somepony asks if there’s a story segment of which I’m particularly proud. I deny it, of course. But now and then something I wrote strikes me as Not That Terrible, and this, from late in Chapter 2 of The way she used to be, might even make it up to Not Bad At All: “You miss her… (more…)