— Terry Pratchett (1948-2015), English author, Jingo (1988)
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Question: if I were to write a ghost AU and the character dies again….
do I have to tag it as main character death? He is a main character but he’s already dead-
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Writing the History of Ozaimath & Myhlin for my book “An Duine Marmor.” (Image is my reference for kingdom scenery)
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They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven't had your "third" death. You decide to find out why.
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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
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Wishing we all made poetry 'trendy' and more common amongst your friends, loved ones, and strangers to read.
It's so good for the soul, so good for yourself when you find something specific in word that speaks to you. And I don't think it can be understated how important that actually is.
It's the antithesis, the catharsis, and the freedom from a world full of mindless ever growing distractions. It's escape from the world that throws you constant, mindless, purposeless content to consume in every corner.
It's the recovery of meaning, of your will, and your knowledge. Of your own perspective, and your own emotions.
In so many ways I feel like I've broken out of some kind of matrix, like I woke up and finally realized;
"Oh, this is it. This is what living is for."
"We're here to ask questions about it all, huh?"
"We always have, haven't we?"
And I really believe that's what it's all for.
Sure, okay. Maybe cave man paintings were nothing but vivid daydreams in their tiny, imaginary minds. And maybe poets only wrote to drive their mental anguish away than they ever were profound.
But how beautiful is it to recover your own intentionality in a world that's so devoid of it?
How beautiful is it that it exists?
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Random writing thought: the best stories are often the ones that only you could have written — but also the ones that you could only write at this one moment.
I couldn't write All the Birds in the Sky from scratch now if I tried. But the me of 2013 couldn't have written The Prodigal Mother either.
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