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6. something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now?mmmmm i dont think i have anything for this. when i sit down to write a series, i plot everything so intensely that i dont actually WRITE it until im happy with the outline. everything happens in my series for a reason, and oneshots are too...short for me to feel that way so...i think the answer is no? lmao
13. your strengths as an author?i think dialogue is a key strength of mine. the pacing of it is always something i look forward to handling, the way things get handled. i always look at dialogue like a sparring match and it excites me. i also love implying things when words go unsaid. mmmm also i think emotional weight in my stories is a strength. i always want a reader to come away feeling like theyve FELT something. thats always the most important thing to me. and also i think im good at subtle character development, tiny details that always come back into play later.
24. have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?good god. what would you like to know about? the triad, which is what hero is based on? medieval surgical procedures, which is basically all of chapter 3 of wyrm tamer? the inquistion, which is the prologue of bloodletting? god even cryogenics was a major point of study for me way back when i was in a different fandom. CURRENTLY im studying veterinary practices for a story im writing. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW LMAO
25. copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of.from hero chapter 3:
‘I dare you to finish that sentence. I’m too what?’ he whispers, absolutely murderous. ‘This is the last time you will lecture me on how to run my coven. D.O. has taken his with punishment with dignity and silence. Are you strong enough to do the same?’
You want to be scared and for a moment you think you are - your breath comes in shallow inhales, panting in a rhythm easily misconstrued as defeat.
But it isn’t. You’re excited. You start laughing. It’s cold and inhuman and you’re baffled by the sound, that such a noise could be birthed by your chest, but it feels good. It feels good.
He regards you quizzically, watching the way you manically tremble through your fit, and the way he watches you causes your laugh to slowly wither and die. You’re suddenly aware of your heartbeat and you’re sure he is too. You’re suddenly aware that he’s reading you - aware that what he sees gives him pleasure.
This realization is one that makes a part of you feel sticky with sickness, gross with the thought of him and his eyes taking their fill of you. Another part of you, one you’d never before acknowledged, vibrates with a thrilling sort of resentment - because in a way you’re pleased too. All of this has been building to a monumental catharsis, and you want to bathe in the retribution of it.
‘Don’t confuse loyalty with strength,’ you say, as he releases you. You remain still, forehead pressing against the bars to get as close to him as possible. ‘I have no allegiance to you. My silence is not owed to you.’
‘Really?’ he says with disdain. ‘It was given so freely the last two days.’
‘Your ignorance proves you have never truly known a woman,’ you taunt. ‘We are always at war, even if we are silent.’
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