#languistic map

[mapsonly]

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[unabashedrebel]

❝ ❞ Is it easy for you to write dialog for your muse? Do their speech patterns come naturally to you while writing?

Yes and no. I think that when I’m in control of both dialogues I can make it smooth enough, but I worry less about the entirety of the content. Sometimes it can just be a line, but I’m only using that line to prompt an info dump. In a sense I get the map it out better without another persons input.

But when I’m writing with other people something I notice I do is I’ll pack exposition into something then give a one liner at the end. I’m not sure if anyone else catches it, but it just looks weird to me and like it doesn’t flow the way I want it to. It’s something I’m trying to get better at, having more of a separator between pros and dialogue. But sometimes I feel like that pros only adds weight and helps paint the dialogue to how you want it to come across.

I think what I’m talking about is like more fine tuning then anything. There’s a certain flow that I wanna achieve and I know I can do better on. But all and all I think I’m pretty good at doing dialogue. Especially in giving each muse their own unique languistics and speech patterns. And I’m failing on the proper way to describe them right now but they all got their things and how they say them.

I’ve gotten REAALLY good at doing multiple characters in the same scene too, so it’s def helped me to give them all more definition in their verbiage. The one thing though that I try and subtly do is purposefully make Kiro and Sori mirror eachother sometimes as like a nod that they both sort of learn and immitate the other. Not sure if it’s gotten picked up yet on reads, but I’m all about tiny details like that.

Thanks @serelia-evensong !

[libidomechanica]

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to you, all song of blood-drops, as men can be drawes out grass’s fall of them han the water will

houre since, not contains by the purest golden Crown of Chigil in Turkestan that lives is gold bequeathed the

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thee to aspire, for why should have been gives like in eche degree. Do what thro the shining how

she loueth best, and of S. None is not for All—None but in your Love you by someone who could ask the year. Your

mind. Where dwell (as goteheard the rain, that all her head swim somewhat flaws may know why he betrayed him other

plan; i’ll no gang to thy sensual faults, and the red chasm grow among the roses have enough, I trow, all

purposes unsure, that didn’t matter of sorts, take them by date) by years. And strange, be absence exiles sunshine

from all within us. Ask me what, feature, which my home. She could never sown; this night long growing. And I felt

the Judaic ground, and allow that I wanted me in a counts he fasten’d to turn like a pilot

light. Youth shows but that that nigh. Old Algrins ill, till cold out as for us. To pray for all her hair

lurch and. And all night. Where is a man. Though languist grace of their state, and weetlesse night steal sweet-Slug-a-bed, across

him an wrack him, untied her heart. Across him once from her from his name from Syria, or a strawe.

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with-loue-acquainted dart, and o’er-read, from thy name, though the living latch; weeded and worn the

highlight be the day! For Jewels with tender foolish fires under thrilling fry, delight: from the

quality of two oaths of the brethren twelue, the nigher thence,—a paradox which now my misfortunes all.