Hello, I'm Kai the Brony. I'm currently geeking out in Marvel's super-hero universe, but it changes every six months. As the name implies, I am also a huge fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I'm one of those people who will have no creative energy for a while, and then reaches a point where everything starts a novel/full blown series.

You are the most like Applejack!

A real hard worker you are, yup. If there's one thing you hate, it's being inactive or coming across as lazy. You'll put in more effort than anyone else, even if it may be against your better judgement or even if delegating your work is a smarter option. It's not surprising to see you working all day long, even if it's to help friends out. However, friendship is still important to you, so you will always, always stick to your commitments and keep your promises.

You're a tell-it-like-it-is pony, not holding your tongue and telling whoever whatever's on your mind or what your true thoughts are. Thankfully, you can still pick your words carefully and still keep some sensitivity towards what you say. But, others may find you irritable in appearance if you're not getting your way or you feel against something.

You are also most likely to be athletic and into staying fit, knowing that if you're not, you won't be able to keep up with your work. Fashion and looking good aren't on the top of your priorities, to say the least. You also tend to be very protective of your friends, standing up for them against anyone who is causing them problems, and usually succeeding in warding off any foes. You'd gladly lose a limb if it meant saving a friend's life.

You know you’re a writer if . . .

You “plead the fifth” on the identity of the person who inspired the dead body in your latest mystery novel.

You are a member of and participate in more writing groups than you can count, but you consider yourself anti-social.

You’re a romance novelist, but you can figure out a way to write off your ticket to see The A-Team as a research-related expense.

You find yourself wishing you’d had a troubled childhood so you’d have something to write about.

You spend three hours in the E.R. waiting room and don’t want to leave when your friend is released (and is okay!) because you want to find out what happened to everybody else who came in while you were sitting there.

Ninety percent of the nine hundred ponies you’re “friends” with on Facebook have writer listed either as their job or their top “interest.”

Everybody at Panera and/or Starbucks knows you and asks about your current writing project by title.

You see a hoof-drawn employee appreciation poster at the grocery store with one word misspelled and have to avert your eyes every time you walk past it to keep from attacking it with a red Sharpie.

Staring off into space with a glazed look in your eyes is considered “working."

You’ve ever gotten a major cable network to correct text in one of their show promos because the grammatical error in it drove you so crazy you Tweeted about it.

You are automatically drawn to the display of journals and fancy notepads/notebooks on the bargain table at every bookstore you enter. And you buy at least two, because you don’t have any in that style yet, even though you have at least fifteen or twenty sitting at home unused

.You narrate what’s going on around you. (Bonus points if you do this out loud.)

You have a soundtrack of songs you’ve compiled for each of your characters/each of your stories.

You secretly correct grammar and spelling errors in friends’ comments on your blog posts

Your dinner conversation about how much poison to use and where to hide the body makes the diners in the next booth call the cops.

When the police officer arrives to interrogate you, you end up inviting him to join you so you can interview him for research.

Your computer is your only true friend. Until it freezes or the Internet goes down. Then you hate it more than anything in the world.

You see a documentary about glass blowing artistry and when you see the guy in the full-body fire-resistant suit who “catches” the hot glass when it’s finished, you think, Hay, I think that’s the job the hero of my next book will have!

The only response you can come up with in a major Facebook discussion about which cousin talks the most is: “This is SO going into my next book.”

You didn’t know that Starbucks sells anything other than the Venti size. (Seriously? Somebody would pay for something smaller than that?)

You go into mourning when you kill off a character . . . even if the character deserved to die.

You know that “Which of your books is your favorite?” is the second worst question you can be asked. The worst is “Which of your characters is your favorite?”

You scrutinize peoples’ appearances and mentally describe them as they’re talking to you.

You watch a documentary on TV about a tribe of Cherokee in East Tennessee who think they’re descended from the Lost Tribe of Israel . . . and a novel about how those ancient Hebrews might have gotten over here and settled in the Smoky Mountains starts forming in your head.

You know more about your characters than your friends

You can never “clear your mind.”

You’ve figured out how to write while driving. And have actually missed your exit/turn because you’re so absorbed in your own story.

You can’t remember the last time you ate a hot meal, because as soon as you sit down, a story idea strikes and you must jot it down.

You’ve taken your laptop with you to Weight Watchers meetings because you’re on deadline and you’ll have fifteen minutes between weigh-in and the beginning of the meeting to knock out a few hundred words.

You pat the lid of your laptop after you close it. (Bonus points if you mutter, “Good girl/boy” while patting.)

At parties, some people snoop in the medicine cabinet. You sneak peeks at the bookshelves.

Life Movie Soundtrack: Disney Edition!

1. Put your iPod, MP3, or something else with music, on shuffle (Okei dokie)

2. For every question you must the "next button" to get your answer (Gotcha)

3. Write the song down as an answer, no matter how weird it is (Affirmative)

My life caught on music: (Let us begin...)

Here are my results:

Opening Credits: Heigh ho! (Snow White) Catchy. Apparantly I'm a hard worker.

Waking Up: Beauty and the Beast (Beauty and the Beast) Good morning world. I've gradually fallen in love with you.

First Day of School: A Whole New World (Aladdin) I just love these books! Science! Clouds! Math! (Well that escalated quickly.)

Falling in Love: Circle of Life (The Lion King) Our love will rise and set so that somebody else can eat our love. Wait, what?

Fight Song: He's a Tramp (Lady and the Tramp) I hate you, but you're so awesome I love you.

Prom: Bella Noche (Lady and the Tram) Augh! The stars in my eyes! They burn! Its like they're balls of fire!

Life: It's a Small World (Disneyland) Happy life! Yay!

Mental Breakdown: Strangers like Me (Tarzan) Wait! Human! Come back! Tell me everything about yourself! I must know... EVERYTHING! *insert Twilight Sparkle here*

Driving: Reflection (Mulan) Sometimes I look out the window and know, deep down inside, that I'll never be as good as that other driver.

Flashback: Hakuna Matata (The Lion King) Killed my dad? Pfft! Who cares? Been there, done that! Can't change it! I'll just sing while I should be regretting.

Getting Back Together: I won't say in Love (Hercules) Hey, boyfriend! I've been keeping it secret, but I love you!

Wedding: Out There (Hunchback of Notre Dame) Remember, Juliet, Romeo, nobody can know your secret! The haters lurk outside the gates!

Birth of Child: Zippie-Doo-Dah! (Song of the South) No pain in child birth her, I'm too happy!

Final Battle: You'll be in my Heart (Tarzan) Confound that Tramp! I love him and hate him and I'm fighting him again.

Death Scene: Supercaulifragilisticexpialidocious!(Mary Poppins) Nice to know I'll be missed.

End Credits: Little April Shower (Bambi) Meh, I can't say anything funny about the credits.

Warning: Some of the stories I favorite have strong language.