September 2012
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Process - Brainstorming Conflicts
Time for a non-story post! I’m in the process of revising chapter 1, so I can’t really put out new content… well, I suppose I could, but that would be a bit more work than I want to commit to. In the meantime, I thought I’d share my thoughts on how I come up with my stories.
All stories ever have conflict; it’s what makes them a story. There’s a central problem...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 17
Note: This is the end of the chapter, and I’ve made some changes to the original plot summary that will make several details here look like they came out of thin air. The chapter will be edited and partially rewritten before final submission; there, the errors will be fixed.
I recommend you check out the published final draft once it comes out.
Lenny scanned over the faces of the ones...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 16
He wasn’t left much time to dwell on it. No sooner had the door slammed when the announcer called Lenny up to the stage. At least, he tried to.
“Lehbeetofs Terrance, eh…” There was a pause, and the sound of shuffling papers came over the speakers. “Um, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I…”
The pittering of feet was heard before the emcee’s assistant was heard whispering to him. “No,...
August 2012
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 15
Lenny and the remaining ponies looked on as the next four ponies were called up in turn. Lenny’s stomach churned as he watched each commendation session pass uneventfully; the ponies’ perfection wasn’t helping the pressure he felt. They made every step with ease and every bow with style.
The stallion after that wasn’t so lucky. As he was coming back from center stage, he misstepped and stumbled...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 14
“Farley Haywardson.”
The group split into two to make an aisle for Farley. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Here we go,” he muttered to Lenny. Sucking in his gut, he marched onto the stage and took his place in the middle.
Lenny let out a sigh of relief. Earlier, he couldn’t wait to get called up, but now that the moment had actually arrived, he was reminded of just how much he hated...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 13
“Whatever works for you.” Farley shook his head slowly before heading over to the other ponies.
Lenny hurried to keep up with his friend. They both stopped on the outside of their group, which had by this time formed itself into two neat rings of four conversing friends. Lenny shot Farley a look of annoyance. He didn’t actually care that much about not being able to talk with those stuffy,...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 12
A familiar dull green hoof prodding at Lenny’s side startled him out of his reverie. Lenny looked around to see that everyone else in his group had gotten up, and all nine of them were staring at him expectantly.
“Hey!” Farley whispered. “ We’re up next.”
Lenny glanced at everyone in apology. “Uh, sorry.”
Lenny sprang to his hooves. The group started moving towards the stage, but Farley hung...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 11
Lenny hadn’t needed to wait much longer before the nurse ponies had burst through the door to him in for a proper setting of his leg. The doctor had confirmed that Lenny had, in fact, broken his leg, though the fracture was more complicated than could be fixed with just a cast. He had been fitted with metal implants to hold his leg together while it mended; a simple operation, the doctor had...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 10
The unicorn dashed forward, stopping in front of him. “Are you sure? Which one?”
Lenny pointed at his hurt leg. “There; that one. I can’t put any weight on it at all.” He glanced back up at his rescuer. “Can you help me to the hospital?”
The unicorn shook her head, causing her mane to to toss about haphazardly. “No way. All the leading first aid manuals advise against trying to move somepony...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 9
The reduced pressure sent magma shooting through his leg. Lenny started to lose track of his surroundings. Logic and reason were forgotten as Lenny gave into the pain and let his subconscious turn the world into a waking dream. He watched a human climb out of the book he was looking for and turn the bookshelf into a pile of feathers. Ah, so that was why he no longer felt that heavy weight any...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 8
Lenny tried to look at the pony, but he hurt too much to think straight. Her image danced across his vision in a blur; was she standing over here, or over there? He closed his eyes to shut out the stars and pixies trying to attract his attention.
The unicorn rushed forward and bowed her head. A dark magenta halo built around the base of her horn and climbed its way up to the tip. Once the pony...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 7
They had met a while back in the archives of Canterlot Castle. All students from Lenny’s school were allowed to come and go as they pleased, and Lenny had taken advantage of this to do some research for his mythology class. To this end, he had located the perfect volume, Humans and Other Earthkin. Unfortunately, it was on the highest shelf, and Lenny’s lack of both a horn and wings meant that he...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 6
Edwin’s grin grew even wider. “Excellent.” He paused to take in a breath, then began. “Now, as I’m sure that you’re aware, the primary source for roughly half of the revenue produced by ventures in the greater Canterlot area is the trading of stalks of wheat on the semi-regulated market. As it stands, we currently are in a position such that annually, twenty thousands shares of our production...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 5
Lenny looked over at Farley, hoping to make up, but all he received for his effort was a face full of forest green back. He twisted around to his other side to see the other pony next to him gazing listlessly at the last few ponies in the group next to the stage. He was a powerfully built maroon colt with a tan-colored horn and a cutie mark depicting a red, upward-trending arrow on a spreadsheet....
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 4
Lenny raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Ponyville.”
“Whatever.”
Farley turned his head away. Lenny sighed. Usually, Farley was a crazy fun guy to be around, but sometimes his mood would whiplash, and Lenney knew that the best thing to do in those circumstances was to just give him some time. He would come around.
Lenny focused his attention on the crowd around them. The ponies who had...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 3
Farley propped himself up with his forehooves behind him. He reached up to give Lenny a friendly punch on the shoulder. Farley dropped the absurdly emphatic Elizabethan Canterlot accent and spoke in a softer voice more appropriate for the room they were in, though he couldn’t stop a snicker from escaping every now and then. “I can’t believe you pulled the dictionary joke.”
Lenny put his hooves at...
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Lebitauphus and the Wandering Moth, Page 2
Snapping back to the present, Lebitauphus saw the stallion sitting to his left turn his head away from him. He also caught the hint of a grin, likely caused by Lebitauphus’ own clumsiness. He felt a slight twinge of color wash over his face. Lebitauphus knew that the pony didn’t mean any harm, but he hated making a fool of himself.
A poke at his right side made Lebitauphus twist his head around....
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Lebitauphus And The Wandering Moth, Page 1
Lebitauphus Terrance rested his head against the faux stone wall of the backstage. When he had first sat down, the bricks had chilled his back; now the wall was uncomfortably warm. He shifted a little, trying to find a better position, but there wasn’t much he could do; on either side of him sat two other stallions.
As a matter of fact, the entire backstage was completely packed with Lebitauphus’...
FIRST!
Well, then. This is it. I’m really doing this. The 300 word challenge. It seems simple enough.
The first story I’m going to do is revive that dusty old Lebitauphus fic, which had previously been born, but died tragically as a result of a fatal hard drive accident. So sad, really. Well, can’t get too emotional over it. After all, it’s going to start again!
Stay tuned,...
