The Author sat alone at his mothers old Windows XP PC.
The soft glow of the not so well aged monitor served only to burn his retinas in the darkness. Lady luck had not been so favorable to our poor author. Translation, she can suck the authors giant dick.

The author sighed. He bristled his hair and began to mutter "Please do. Little big Strong arm is suffering drought down there."
The room the author wallowed in was dark, almost pitch black. The only sound that permitted the darkness was the sound of music. Nights in white Satin.

Instead of doing what the author should be doing, working on his story, he was lounging around in the darkness.

A small groan came from the author "I'm sorry. I know I said I was gonna try harder, but.-- I got sidetracked. My laptops motherboard got fried."

The author is making excuses. He fixed that problem weeks ago.

"I'm not making excuses! I can't type because-- because I've lost the morale to wright. I had a half a chapter sitting on my hard drive. I lost it in the far. I-I can't be bothered typing it again"

The author is a deceitful prick. He hasn't even started a new chapter, besides. He types his story's on FimFiction anyway.

"Shut up! Stop telling them!"

The author is a monkey.

"Fuck you! That's just a blatant insult!"

The author is having an argument with himself.

"... You're right. Have I lost my mind? How did I stoop so low?"

Go on...

"I wan't to work on the story. I really do, but, I don't have the drive to do it. There's just so many everyday distractions. And the stories. So many goddamn Pony fan-fictions."

The music continued to play...

"I don't want to do this. I don't want to write this story But, I don't want to give it up... I have to finish it. Whether it kills me."

Personally, and I don't think this holds much weight, me being a figment of your imagination. But, you can do it. I believe in you. All you need is a little push.

"You know I'm not one for deep emotional talks..."

I know, neither am I.

*Sigh* Well, whatever... thanks. I guess.

Yeah.

...

"I'm so lonely..."

Don't worry, I'm sure the right girl will come along.

"I'm not even ugly! I'm actually quite charming!"

Yes. Yes I know...

"And so what if I'm a bit pudgy! I can just get natty at the gym."

The bitched will mire

"Yeah!"

Yeah.

...

"I'm so lonely..."

We all are.

Author's Note

What do you faggot want to see happen in the next chapter?
Suggestions. All over my face-- I want them.