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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.
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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
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Isabella
My interpretation of 'Isabella'. I got this idea from a creative writing journal and thought I should post it on here. If anyone's interested, the book is Creative Writer's Notebook by John Gillard. Tons of writing exercises inspired by top-dog authors. Maybe I might post more of the prompts later. Who knows?
A young girl sits in an ornate chair in ornate clothes. She looks off to the side, eyeing the disapproving glances from her white counterparts. She knows why but couldn't quite comprehend it. She didn't understand the superficial hate behind a girl like her - with brown skin and darker brown eyes - being allowed to wear delicate lace and luxurious silks.
By their own rules, she earned her spot in the oriental chair. She was a daughter of nobility, like the rest of them. But she didn't flaunt it, unlike her cousins, adorned with bright diamonds. Her only show of wealth was her thin gold bengal and gold ring.
Her bonnet contained her hair, what her white relatives would call "wild" or "a bird's nest". The comparison hurt and the way the portraitist swiveled his brush to replicate her curls only furthered that hurt. However, the tiny cerise flowers tucked in the bonnet made her feel beautiful. Instead of a bird's nest, she felt akin to a blossoming flower bush.
As the day went on, the room grew hot and the girl began to work the gold fan in her right hand. Her champerone began to scold her, chatising her to keep still as the painter worked. The man hadn't noticed. He was preoccupied with mixing together pigments for the perfect gold hue.

'Isabella' Simon Maris, ca. 1906
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I think a lot of what pro-AI people are really wanting is stuff that already exists but they don't know it's out there like
can't format a work email? templates
don't know how to write a resume? templates
writing a thank you card or a condolences card or a wedding invitation? templates templates templates
not sure how to format your citations in MLA or whatever format? citationmachine.net
summary of something you're reading for school/work? cliffnotes.com
recipe based on ingredients in your fridge? whatsintherefrigerator.com
there's a million more like, guys, we don't need AI, we never needed generative AI
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unless they specifically asked, you don’t get to tell a fanfic writer you think they mischaracterized the character by the way. because the second someone writes a fanfic about a character, that character becomes the writer’s own version of the character. canon is only a suggestion, but whether or not an author will follow it / how much of canon an author will take is entirely up to them. you don’t get to stick your nose in their world and tell them “hey this is not to my liking therefore I think you’re doing it wrong” when you can simply leave quietly and move on to something else you may enjoy
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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
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Deepest apologies to the well-thought-out characters that I created but never wrote the stories for.
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And you experience that in the span of 20 minutes

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Ok. I didn't think that I would ever have to put this in writing, but please do not DM me asking me to be your sugar baby. That is an instant block. I don't care if you're a bot or a human. Get off my page. Let me lurk and post my work in peace.
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April Prompts 🐞
Word prompts to use for doodling or writing
ladybug
basket
pastels
easter egg
sunlit
berry red
river
nature
kitchen table
basil
seeds
fireflies
windmill
smiling
daisy
art supplies
nest
caterpillar
skyline
dessert
bicycle
vegetable garden
friends
clouds
hot-air balloon
games
soft breeze
dates
mushrooms
teasing
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Do you have any tips for how to slow down time in a story?
How to slow down time
To slow down time in your story you need to use a mix of different writing ingredients: you need different descriptions that capture the reader in the moment as well as internal monologue and different sentence structures.
Detailed Descriptions:
Sensory Details: Use the five senses—sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch to describe what the character is seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling, and tasting in intricate detail.
Detailed Observations: Zoom in on small, often overlooked details. The sound a tea cup makes as it hits the ground, the way an expression on a character's face changes, the turning of heads as someone enters the room.
Slow Motion: Manipulate the time by describing how it feels like slow motion to the characters: "Time slowed down, and it felt as if the whole of humanity had decided to stop breathing for a moment."
Physical Reactions: A detailed description of the physical aspects of a scene. The movements a character makes, how their gaze turns, their breathing changes, their body begins to shake.
Psychological Aspects: Focus on the anxiety of a character looking at a clock that never seems to move, their nervousness seeping out of them
Internal Monologue:
Memories and Flashbacks: Add context by showing memories or flashbacks that relate to the situation.
Pondering: Let the character reflect on the situation, their feelings and their plan for the next steps. Let the reader explore the character's inner life.
Dialogue:
Reduced Dialogue: Dialogue brings a scene into real time. Use it thoughtfully and sparringly, with lots of inner thoughts and reactions in between.
Silence: Make use of silence between the characters which can be filled with more descriptions.
Language:
Smaller Steps: Write out each action taken, no matter how small, and focus on describing each step that happens.
Control Pacing: Use your sentence structure to create long descriptions that slow it down, and short, impactful ones to pick up the pace if needed for a moment.
More: Masterpost: How to write a story
- Jana
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Why does this look better than the actual render? 😭

Praying to thiis blonde godess ✧。٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*。
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Dear Friend
My friend is quiet but speaks not without Turn. Her mind is blunt, not cold, much amount. she stalks the wood and guards the beasts within, helping travelers and enemies thin Body be cursed and shadows eat her live, she has the will and strength to survive the hell she has been given by her pride and spreads her goodwill here, there far and wide. Ranger and mage, an aid to all she meets but companionship she hardly may greet. Alone in the wood she grew, alone is all she knew. How drow, how sad, how tres mis. But with me by her side, she'll never found With me by her side, she'll never go down. I am her smile, her sparkle, her cheer. Yes, dear friend, I will always be quite near.
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A Black Heart is Sorrow
A black heart is sorrow. A black heart is grief. And yet, I feel relief.
You mean it in kind. It’s very sweet. I’m very glad that we got to meet.
My heart is all aflutter. Odd, I thought it could no longer feel. So, is this real?
I giggle and wiggle. “Hehe” and “oh my”s. Keep looking at me with those eyes.
Capture my heart and ensnare my mind. Is this love I find?
It can’t be. It’s too soon. I am inconstant like the moon.
Will I feel this way later? Am I jumping the gun? Please let these feelings be not none.
A black heart is sorrow. A black heart is grief. And yet, I feel relief.
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