Do U Ever Read A Friends Fic And Its Like Holy Shit How Do You Consider Me Qualified To Talk To You?

Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?

Possible Prompt I might work on...

What if your favorite characters had different powers or abilities...

I am starting to think about the different types of possible powers - and I almost went elemental for most of it. Not going to lie. But THEN I would need to think of like... 7 types of elements. And do I REALLY have that much in me to try to do that?

Possibly.

Or do I go with POWERS powers. Eh. EHH.

I have come to realize my writing style is.... Very "as a person thinks" type. The inner dialogue and monologues that happen (at least as they happen in my own mind) and it creates a very different voice than those I read. I usually have to write everything as it comes first, then edit it and rewrite, edit, add to it, or realize there should be more detail...

I find it really hard to really delete everything though.

It is an interesting thing to notice. I seriously need people to read it before I post because I need to know if it makes sense to others because what makes sense to me .... doesn't hit everyone else the same way.

(Also trying to see if I can do other types of writing. My big story I hope is a bit better. I know I have started rewriting it already only because I want to start posting it soon because it is going to be a LONG one. With multiple parts. Maybe like seasons or something because - I tell you I have this whole idea darn it!)

You all can ignore this. Just.. again, for myself so I don't lose it:

indigo is for the lonely bitches, the burnt out overachievers, the people who worked so hard for something only to realize they didn't want it anymore, the heartbroken, the restless, the self-critical, the bitches who turn their phones off just to be alone sometimes, the ones who are reparenting themselves, the ones who get overwhelmingly consumed by all their worries and regrets, the ones who feel homesick for a place that doesn't exist anymore and maybe never did, the ones who don't recognize who they used to be and aren't sure who they might become next, the exhausted creatives who make art because they don't know what they'd be without it, and the people who can't believe they're about to be fucking 30.... 💙

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