An Absolutely Standard Shipfic

Whoops. Totally forgot about those. You see, each of my crappy multi-chapter stories should end with Author's notes or something. That's why, ladies and gentlecolts, you can see this chapter even though the story is marked complete. Don't worry, though: it will be a very short note.

To begin with, this story is not to be considered my 'comfort zone fic', so to speak. Sadfics? Comfort zone. Comedy? Comfort zone, baby! Shipfics?.. Erm... So, yeah. This is just a very, very, very poor attempt at writing a shipfic. For some reason (all the ponies in this town are crazy) some people actually enjoyed reading this.

Oh well, I'm such a sell-out. What once began as a cure for the Writer's Block (which still reigns over yours faithfully, by the way) turned out to be a foundation for future ideas. What's that mean? Expect another shipfic soon. Also, for your daily dose of ship (sounds like 'a dose of crack' to me), go read my story In Perfect Harmony. It's a huge improvement, compared to this story.

Also, once I reach 50 subs (one more subscriber), I'll be opening requests. So all of you people who tossed your ideas in the comments, this is your chance not for a single chapter, but a very full fic! Once I reach 50 subs, I'll make a  hilarious funny passable blog post, explaining everything, encouraging you to ask your questions and bla bla bla.

So... We're good, I guess? Thanks for the love; even more thanks for the hate. Your hatemail was exquisite and made me shed a tear.

Peace.

~Josh, signing out (not really)