Tonight's writing: more Daring Double (Patreon)

ACCOUNTABILITY:

WORD GOAL MONTH TO DATE: 21,000

ACTUAL WORDS WRITTEN (INCLUDING THIS): 6,146

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WHERE I LEFT OFF LAST TIME:

Shining Armor adjusted the lanyard that held his large, shiny VIP badge around his neck. The heavy plastic plaque made the lanyard chafe a little, but it was worth it. He'd get all the perks of being, well, of being Prince Shining Armor without actually having to be Prince Shining Armor. First seating at all the major events, first crack at the vendor bazaar, Sunday lunch with all the guests of honor, and a host of other goodies... 

... which included this 11 AM meet-and-greet with A. K. Yearling herself! He'd brought his entire hardback collection of Daring Do books so she could autograph them at the end- but only after all the other Very Important Ponies who didn't have an alicorn princess for a loving wife had their turn, of course. 

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He'd arrived fifteen minutes early, and he hadn't been too surprised that he was the first VIP to arrive. At five minutes of eleven he began to get concerned: nopony else was here except for the door volunteer and the moderator. Was he in the wrong room? Con-Venture was a big event these days, after all, and maybe he'd just been waiting in the room for Ask-a-Mook or How to Write Dish-Washing Entertainingly. 

But then, almost the moment the clock on the wall read eleven o'clock, A. K. Yearling herself, with her large glasses, thick shawl and veil-draped hat, walked into the room, accompanied by the convention-provided volunteer assistant... 

... and Shining Armor was still the only pony waiting for her. 

"Oh," A. K. Yearling said quietly. "This is the right room, isn't it?"

"Yes, Ms. Yearling," the moderator said. "But it's only Thursday, and registration might be running slow. It's possible that the other VIPs will either be along later or are waiting for the Saturday meet-and-greet."

"I see." The author looked up at Shining Armor, who felt the corners of his mouth reaching for each other around the back of his head. "I suppose it's your lucky day, isn't it?" She reached a hoof out to him and said, "I'm A. K. Yearling. What's your name?"

"Sh-sh-shining Armor!" He took the offered hoof in both of his forehooves and shook hard enough to lift the author off the floor. "Oops! Sorry!" Releasing her and steadying her until she recovered her balance, he babbled on, "I'm sorry, but I've always wanted to meet you. My mom was your editor for years! You know Twilight Velvet?"

,,, dammit, got overheated running errands today and couldn't think straight this evening. Will try again tomorrow.