TenthSpeedWriter

Fifth Initial Again I am awake on a fresh sun-up this one glowing, not quite muggy Again My pens are wet and texts stacked for rapid deployment, due reference Again There will be curvature in my vectors deflection of my support Again I will turn to face my little devils doubts and digits insignificant Again The learning of a lifetime will strut before me And I will seize it savor it and rise with shoulders back as my little devils tuck their tails and flee.

And a piece that I've only just written, and would love critique on: Tame Seven Wild Horses In a broken Dancer's race know no prey-er, nightly threat. Come the howling men. Host of takers, wielding hate slash and burn sons, no regret charge by night with bridle grin for Seven Wild Horses.

Stoic The sickle songs of petty bards and war refrains of doves and larks cannot my gold heart move I sit atop my throne of stone and for our crimes I shall atone in vigil keen and shrewd to You precious fools who fill my homes assail my streets with hardened soles/souls I give no bitter stare I only rest unmoving eyes Upon horizons, past which lie the storms you Do Not fear O' people of the blessed land Suckle from my sanctioned bands the Life which I provide And stack your well-worked, calloused hands into the circle, man to man all Equals bound in blood

Silver Dry leaves on the summer breeze turned brown before their fall hum dirges for the upturned roots before the storm cloud wall Branches lay in somber piles the deluge in the earth a lonely cry o'er shattered eggs the mother mourning dove But muggy air is wet with life a wash of green must flow from the sun to drown the soil where steadfast seeds shall grow.

I would like to take this here thread and make myself a little collection of poetry. Full and brutal critique is welcome and encouraged! (See: )Not all of my work (not much at all, in fact) has to do directly with MLP:FiM, but it and the fandom around it have been an awesome source of inspiration in the past couple of weeks. After enjoying so much wonderful visual, audial, and written art from the community, I thought I might offer something in return.

When people confuse privileges for rights. When people drink because they sincerely believe that they have nothing better to do. Writer's block.

It's just a pseudo-Appalachian name that I came up with. I like the sound of it, but I'm considering trading it out for something which sounds more fitting for the setting of Equestria.

I don't suppose y'all would mind taking a quick look at a piece I'm working on, would you? I'm plotting out a bit of fan fiction, but I haven't done standard prose fiction in the longest time, and I'd like to pick up any critique I can on my basic style. This is a selection from the beginning paragraphs that I've gone ahead and written out of sequence. The concept and context of the piece is as thus: Please don't be gentle, either. I'd like to go ahead and hammer out any systematic flaws, even small ones, before writing out too much of the fic to readily re-work.

Here's another good one, and is a staple of my college cooking repertoire: Soda Biscuits! 2c Bisquick mix 1/2 cup sour cream 2/3 cup SODA! Salt. A tiny bit. Like, half a chef's pinch of it. Mix everything but the soda until it's just shy of homogeneous. Then, GENTLY pour in the soda and the batter a few times over. Ideally, the soda will keep most of its carbonation until the moment it's mixed in, releasing it into the batter and giving it a unique consistency. Gingerly dollop it into your favorite Pam-doused muffin tin and bake at 425 until lightly brown. (I tend towards 10-12 minutes) The awesome thing about this one is that it can be modified to fit any meal with just a few quick changes. For breakfast, use club or orange soda and mix in sausage or egg bits. For a dinner side dish, use a lightly flavored soda and throw in a minced clove or two of garlic and a handful of cheese. For desert, use a dark soda, a spoonful of brown sugar, and top with honey. Or, you could go for my favorite: Red Bull Biscuits. These things are actually earned me a nickname. xD Use 3/4 cup of Red Bull, two tablespoons of brown sugar, and bake at 10-15 degrees under the above mentioned to preserve the caffeine. Serve with extra honey. For a truly eye-opening biscuit, crush a caffeine tablet per three muffins into another spoonful of sugar (no more than this, though; they're bitter and, honestly, you don't need -that- much caffeine); serve these during finals week for instant popularity.

Granny's Cornbread One cup of cornmeal. One half cup, give or take, of self rising flour. One egg. As Granny taught me, add buttermilk until it's about the consistency of pancake batter (although I myself prefer a denser bread, so I veer towards a "fresh custard" consistency.") Rub just a splash of oil into the bottom of the oldest iron skillet you can find and throw in the oven at 500 for about ten minutes or until as brown as you please. Alternatively, bake until lightly golden and turn to broil until outside is as dark as you would otherwise prefer. Flip out onto a pair of crossed case knives on a serving plate to cool. Serve with any dish which demands sopping. Not at ALL specific, yes, but I was surprised Granny ever had a recipe to go buy; some things, like her biscuits, she just flat out eyeballs. No measurements whatsoever. Everyone will make it a little differently, but that's part of it; your cornbread says a lot about you as a cook, y'know. For instance, hers is just a bit crumbly and perfectly browned, perfect for soup and casserole; mine is always a little chewy and a bit buttermilky, good for eating as a side with just a dab of butter; and, my mom's is consistently burned on the bottom. Which I think she likes anyhow.

I just wanted to say thank you to a bunch of folks that I was pleased to meet tonight in the IRC channel. I met fellow writers, and we shared love of poetry and prose, and of literature and music. We talked about art and we talked about politics, and I was pleased to meet a fellow fan of Crimson Tide football. More than that though, I met a couple folks who were touched by the natural disasters of earlier this year, in Tuscaloosa, Birmingham, and Joplin, or who understood the disorder and desperation that these catastrophes bring. Y' see, I live in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I've lived here my entire life, and a few months ago, I saw the neighborhood that raised me lifted off of the face of the earth. I don't... usually think think too hard on it; the days after still seem surreal, after all... but today, it's something that's weighed especially heavy on me. I didn't come into the channel this evening expecting to talk about it, nor did I expect to find anyone I would be comfortable talking about such a thing with... but I did. And I had no idea how much it would mean to me, to be able to be sincere about it for just a short moment. I know it seems a little silly to make a whole thread over this, but... I needed to say, thank y'all. The series that we're all here to discuss demonstrates the value of friendship, and of community, and of always doing right by people. It teaches it in the way we think we ought to teach a child, but in the end, it seems that we learn something from it ourselves. You never know where you're going to find good folks, or who might help you or who you might help, and it's worth always keeping an open heart; it's just the sort of thing my grandma always taught me, and it took me the better part of 21 years to learn. I think I've found some new friends here this evenin', and it sure is nice to meet y'all. And I do mean all y'all. Also.. Someone in particular was looking over some poetry I had written, and pointed out a certain piece from not too long ago. I figure it's more fitting now than it ever has been. Silver Dry leaves on the summer breeze turned brown before their fall hum dirges for the upturned roots before the storm cloud wall Branches lay in somber piles the deluge in the earth a lonely cry o'er shattered eggs the mother mourning dove But muggy air is wet with life a wash of green must flow from the sun to drown the soil where steadfast seeds shall grow. Oh, and I can't possibly forget... ROLL TIDE ROLL!

And, ah... just for the sake of self-characterization, I suppose, I recently wrote a scathing literary review of that oh-so notorious piece, Cupcakes. It ain't nearly as nasty as that little ball of horror, but I s'pose it says something about how I think, that I'd put so much thought into something so awful, just out of literary curiosity. Also, since I don't think I said it explicitly, I'm a fella... BUT. If you read all that in Applejack's voice, you get a cookie. (If you figured right anyhow and read it in Big Mac's voice, you get two cookies.)

I would one day like to earn licensure as an engineer and either research or apply environmental impact mitigation methods. I believe that the first step toward cutting down our footprint on this earth is trimming down it to the land we sit on, and it ain't crazy to dream that it might happen in this lifetime. At this very moment, I am listening to , although I would say my musical taste includes everything from Folk and Grunge to Electronica, and Prog. Rock, with a special love for honest Country. (Not a fan of some of what pours out of Nashville these days, though.)I sincerely believed that my friends were trolling me when they said I should sit down and watch a cartoon series about My Little Pony, but the very next day, they had the TV room of our dormitory packed full showing the first few episodes. I think Friendship is Magic stands out among today's cartoons, simply because there is an obvious vein of intellectualism in its writing. It doesn't condescend the readers with kitsch plots overused tropes, and it includes something appealing to both children and adults alike; there have been few series of this quality since the early 90's, and I think I would be quite alright with letting my own children watch it one day.

Hey, y'all. I'm gonna be upfront here: I came to this forum looking to gather support for a game project I'm planning out. 'Course, it's never a bad idea to get to know folks in the fandom community, and making friends ain't never a bad idea, so... Howdy! Lemme see if I can get enough of an intro out here to justify having three posts. Firstly, I'm a Civil Engineering major at the University of Alabama, and pleased to say that the MLP fandom has even manifested down here. I enjoy poetry (reading and writing alike), over-the-top series Sci-Fi novels, and video games, among many other things. I'm not as much a roleplayer these days as I was in high school, but I still enjoy the occasional bit of fan fiction or collaborative writing.