Would you believe me that this was a story nearly 10 years in the making? These characters had manifested themselves in the horse-obsessed mind of a fantasy-enthralled little girl. I had sketched out an entire graphic novel. I had written songs. I wrote and kept this up for several years. People change. Whether I was dissuaded by the fact that this never got any traction or my own personal life sapping away more and more of my usual wonder, I can't say for sure any more. I'm 20 years old now. I can't in good conscience keep writing this, knowing just how much I want it to change, how much of it I no longer agree with or can even pretend to empathize with. It was a test of my imagination and dedication, but it's time to let it lay and rest. If you do happen to read it, I hope you enjoy it. I hope you write something better and I hope you finish it. <3
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