Where Is My Fantasy Female Protagonist Who's A Little Too Socially Adept Maybe I'm Tired Of The Assumption

I was inspired to try and paint the dream monoliths.

I keep dreaming of physically impossible monolithic structures made out of a glassy stone like dull black marble or tarnished obsidian. I can always see the stars like the structures themselves are floating on the surface of a still lake that perfectly reflects the night sky. That or they're just floating in space.

The veil is thick here..... I sense fuck all

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

“ Kip looked up at him, face entirely blank. Maybe it was something about the dying firelight, or the sound of the rain. Maybe it was how Kip's eyes formed huge perfect circles, and how his mouth was a flat line. Marin was struck with the sudden and intense feeling that he had just asked something deeply personal. “

died and came back tired. died and came back exhausted. died and came back with manic energy. died and came back with malingering unease. died and came back twitchy. so many possibilities

Hi CT! A while ago you mentioned how you once trained yourself in a kind of writing where you start going and just don't stop. I forget other details, but I was wondering if you could talk more about it.

What is this writing technique? How is it practiced? And do you have any tips for those who want to start doing it?

Automatic writing! It originally started as an esoteric method, but now it's just a pretty normal writing warm up. Basically, you just write, no stopping, no backspaces. Its an excellent way to build confidence. You know what they say, all writing is rewriting. Automatic writing is a great way to train up the base quality of your first drafts.

What's funny is that's basically how I was trained to write. I can crank out some insanely high daily word counts if I need to. After years of practice, my first drafts are faster and higher quality than most authors 3rd.

Though, it really is just a way to turn out junk and iterate on it faster than most authors. It makes me really good at producing solid C+ work, but it still takes me just as long to make A+ work.

hi, i love dynamics that r like “we make each other worse” on the surface but when u look deeper it is actually just “we understand each other on a level that no one else does and nudge each other out of our typical comfort zone” which just circles around to “we make each other better”. it’s abt the accidental growth just by being in each other’s lives. idk

i'm so sorry, i walked marginally more than a mile in your shoes. my understanding of you has subsumed my own consciousness, i am you to a greater extent than you ever were, and you are merely a simulacrum to the true you, which is me.

if your circle wouldn't meticulously pick and assemble your bones from the innards of a fresh dragon carcass are they really your friends