me writing dialogue: “what is man but a vessel through which a higher entity may see? what is his purpose? must he find a purpose? we are but stardust; the universe comprehending itself.”
me writing action: they ran real fast from the bad men aand legs hurty
me writing action: Her legs pounded against the earth, the familiar jolt grounding her like nothing else could. Magic, gods, royalty—she didn’t know anything about that. But running? That’s something she’d been doing since day one.
me writing dialogue: “I dunno man whatchu wanna do” “I dunno. What do you think?” “Hey man I don’t know”
Look, it’s us.
@not-thechosenone actually more like
me writing descriptions: The morning sun streamed in through the stained-glass window, a thousand jewel-like reflections dancing across the tiled floor.
me writing action: one person hits other person uhhh then they both run from bad guy
me writing dialogue: “hi” “hi” “bye”
Accurate.
I am simultaneously all of these at any given moment of writing. There is no consistency in the first draft, only authorial suffering and wandering exposition.
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