fleeting fictions

writing tip: put words on page. hope this helps. i will not be taking questions because i have not done this

Describing clothes can actually matter when clothes reveal strategy. Is the character dressing to disappear? to intimidate? to look richer than they are? to seem effortless after forty minutes of effort? A jacket can be armor. Lipstick can be a warning. Ugly shoes can be financial realism.

What helped me write trauma better is remembering that the nervous system learns predictions. If danger used to come after quiet, calm can feel threatening. If kindness used to come with a price, kindness can feel suspicious. So healing is not just “they know they’re safe now.” Healing is the slow, annoying, deeply unfair process of teaching the body that the old prediction is not always the present truth.

Don't use AI to write. Use cocaine like a real author.

writing tip: put words on page. hope this helps. i will not be taking questions because i have not done this

i’m not procrastinating. i’m allowing the story to ferment. like kimchi. or a crime scene

we need to be more bored. i used to be so creative in my spare time, now I'm just on my phone.

I don't need AI to write. I can create fake scenarios in my head perfectly fine myself.

Your character doesn't need to be likeable. They need to be legible. The reader needs to understand every decision they make even when it's wrong, even when it's ugly, even when they want to shake them. Likeable is easy and forgettable. Legible is what makes someone stay with you for years. Make the logic of every bad choice visible. The reader doesn't have to agree with it. They just have to follow it.

A non-writer asked me "but where do you get your ideas" and i genuinely did not know how to explain that it's not a place. it's not a website. it's not a folder. it's that i was on the bus and a woman was holding a paper bag very carefully and something about the way she held it made me need to know what was inside and then i needed to know why she was sad about it and then there was a whole person and then there was a whole story and the bus had already stopped and i missed my stop. that's where.

Canon? I hardly even know her.

i’m not procrastinating. i’m allowing the story to ferment. like kimchi. or a crime scene