Lame, Right?

Alright, this will be the only out-of-character post I do.
Welcome to my weird, quasi-obsessive, half-baked, stupid idea. I am far too shy to be social myself, therefore I am acting through a proxy. Yes, that proxy is a pony. Okay, yes, this perhaps is beginning to border on unhealthy obsession, but I am a writer. Writers have unhealthy obsessions all the time. At least mine won't kill me... you know, unless I suffocate on one of my pony toys.
That could be taken in so many wrong ways.
Uh. Moving forwards. Essentially, what I'm offering is this. As I can't draw or do anything fun or noticeable, I've decided to do a post every week or so from Scrivy's point of view. Why does he have a computer with internet access in the Everfree Forest? If you're asking this question, you probably should not be on this blog.
This is really just a bit of personal amusement and to help keep me on a writing schedule. Also, Scrivener Blooms is a better and more successful writer than I am, so. This make-believe is profitable for everyone and I can continue to cheerfully hide in a corner. Every now and then Scrivy will say something smart, but mostly it'll be a mix of sarcasm, his ineffable loathing for other poets and writers, writing tips and short poems, and every now and then there may or may not be a guest blog. Let's see how long I can keep this up for.


~BlackRoseRaven