Equestria seems to still be in the throes of a great literary revival, with the new edition of The Book of LittlePip having come out and all. Not that time has diminished the popularity of the Stable Dweller, the Security Mare, or Argyle Stockings (and her stalwart ghoul mareservant Xyra) that I've ever been able to notice. It seems only a natural step that once ponies have to focus less on survival they begin to once again create on a rather grand scale. Hundreds of memoirs have been published, or found, or recorded since the Day of Sunshine and Rainbows to someday serve as a testament to ponykind's ability to outlast its (so far) best attempts at self destruction. Now, as a pony that reads a lot trust me when I say this is largely for the better. Also trust me to say as the author that you're reading this is probably going damage the value of that opinion substantially.
My reasons for writing this story are not nearly on par with