"Just a minor delay." Should I be a politician?

I'm still here, somehow and somewhere. While a little touch-and-go, I'm also happy to report that The Reverstone is being worked on. To spoil everything, we aren't far from the end of the story, and I just want to make sure I don't get surprised by anything before I upload any more chapters. Unfortunately, I'm not able to participate in the NaPoWriMo event going on this year, but I thought it would be as good a time as any to actually finish the story I started last year because of NaPo. It's my intention to finish this story by the end of the month.

If you've been watching my work for the past five years, you must be laughing at that sentence.

Whether that happens or not, we'll have to see. Frankly if I finished both Only a Madman and The Reverstone in the same year, I think I'd be over the moon, but I won't break out the noisemakers yet. This is me we're talking about.

I'm kind of amazed at how different I feel while I'm writing than how I remember feeling back when I started. It's not even easy to describe. And altogether, I'm not entirely positive it's a good thing. These days I put in much, much more detail than I used to. I feel like that's not saying much, but stick with me. More detail in a story is rarely ever a bad thing, but there's an art to it. Too much detail is a very real concern, and it can popup for as little as a single paragraph. Every so often these days I'll just stop writing, look at what I wrote, and wonder if anyone in their right mind would actually enjoy reading it. Which is a loaded question, since I believe just about every author is their own harshest critic, but that's a soapbox rant for another day.
I'm writing down in a Microsoft Word document what scrolls through my head, and sometimes I worry that I can't properly identify what deserves a certain level of detail. It's harsh, but it's just one of so many obstacles that sit in front of someone trying to write a story about cartoon horses. And maybe even people writing stories about something else, but I wouldn't really know that.

The moral of that story is, if you go to church, please don't put trash in the backside of the pews. Some poor guy needs to clean that out, and he probably doesn't appreciate picking up your wetnaps and trying as hard as he can not to imagine what they might have been used for.

It Takes a Genius

Dusk is a boy of 14 who finally gets his own Pokémon, allowing him to complete the single goal in his life: get out of Twinleaf Town. Dawn, his newest friend, is by his side. She seems to be an emotional, almost whiny girl, but with patience, Dusk intends to find out what's bothering her so much.
Along the way, they happen upon two extra pairs of hands that give them a little company. At first, they weren't going to stay very long...but fate decided otherwise.
With the fated team in tow, all that's needed is a set of hardened, if not stereotypical bad guys, and we'd have ourselves a story spanning half of Sinnoh...that takes place in a little under two weeks. No one said that realism was necessary.

Only A Madman

A darker continuation of ITAG. After Dawn stumbles into a bad boy in blue, it's not long until they find more of them...and more, and a little more after that. Something's going on here, and it has to run deeper than a fashion-challenged clan deciding to start a spree of petty criminal acts. Almost right off the bat, Team Missile learns a very disheartening lesson: This adventure won't be quite as straightforward as their previous one.

Winter's Fortune

Love in winter is like a robot. Pretty hard to maintain, but overall worth it in the end. Lucas and Dawn, along with a mysteriously random Shaymin, travel throughout Sinnoh in the coolest time of year, dealing with the expected, and not-quite-so expected problems one would expect on such a journey.

To Stop A Criminal

The perks of working for the BSAA are obvious. Good pay, travel opportunities, and knowing that you have a rewarding career, just to name a few. With that said, there are a few things I didn't know about when I first signed up. Like needing to defend myself against costumed maniacs. I suppose at least it isn't much different from defending myself against maniacs with a superiority complex. On second thought, that doesn't cheer me up much.

The Reverstone

...Well? How would you like it if all of your friends took off, then refused to send a letter every now and again?
There are tales of a mystical relic that's said to be able to grant its owner the ability to travel back through time. With a burdened heart that aches for the days of old (or at least a few months ago), Pinkie Pie concludes that she needs this artifact. There's one small problem hindering her on the way to success, though: she doesn't exactly have much evidence that the thing is... well, real. Luckily for her, logic isn't something she holds in very high regard. The reverstone needs to be real. It's that simple.
I mean, really, what are the odds of it getting any more complicated than that?