Wish I could say they were younger than I am; they are just over the age of the robbing the cradle equation without significant "ew" factor for me. Just about anyone is in my "damn kids" category. I suppose as long as no one is telling them to get off our respective lawns, kid works.
I shouldn't randomly read normal posts thru the Killjoy filter in my head. I'm a little disturbed that I have that, where things just start to translate into this other world. I suppose fic writers have that naturally. I'm not used to it.
I have no problem answering, except I'm not certain how to phrase an answer that might make sense. Not seeing through their eyes specifically, but knowing that something is about them kind of flicks a switch so that I process incoming data as if part of that world? Or something? I don't know how to explain it; it's a new part of my brain, and my brain isn't always on good speaking terms with me.
Nope, that does make perfect sense - or at least, I think I'm understanding. Is it in the sense that some things are context-dependent, so if you say "wrap" around a nurse, they're going to assume you mean a bandage, while a film-director would assume "finished", because their worlds have different meanings for that word?
Sometimes it's hard to communicate with people that being a writer-ish sort is wonderful, great, yadda, you're never bored, but it's also sort of terrifying.
See: the cause of this post (also a few whole entire universes that live in my head, augh). See: the collected works of Stephen King. >_>
Sort of terrifying? I think you have an E-ticket ride into freaking horrifying. I always knew there was the compulsion to stock the inner worlds with all the data one can possible stuff in there, plus the kitchen sink. But the demanding nature is a bit of a shock. I would wake my brain up and find this inside.
I've heard from (some of) the universes inside your skull, plus those of Mr. King (another Dark Tower...of course there was going to be one....). And I've watched you and juls go back and forth for what little you show online. Maybe I'm understanding the groundwork on this a bit better than I used to. Fascinating, powerful, but frightening.
Wish I could say they were younger OLDER than I am...
I swear, it's like I need to have a typo in everything I do lately. Except I don't really want them older than me; looking that good at that age means supernatural influence generally. I would love to be younger than them, except I have no desire to relive that part of my life. I'm sorry I can't keep my descriptive words straight, bendy, or at least make some sort of sense.
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I shouldn't randomly read normal posts thru the Killjoy filter in my head. I'm a little disturbed that I have that, where things just start to translate into this other world. I suppose fic writers have that naturally. I'm not used to it.
Excuse me, I'm a very nosy person.
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Sometimes it's hard to communicate with people that being a writer-ish sort is wonderful, great, yadda, you're never bored, but it's also sort of terrifying.
See: the cause of this post (also a few whole entire universes that live in my head, augh). See: the collected works of Stephen King. >_>
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My phone has decided I should wake up and answer my email omg already.
--it doesn't help that this is a character whose canonical tagline is "Everybody pay attention to me!"
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Yeah, in some cases you're kind of doomed from the start. You can choose not to write, but that doesn't shut them up.
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I've heard from (some of) the universes inside your skull, plus those of Mr. King (another Dark Tower...of course there was going to be one....). And I've watched you and juls go back and forth for what little you show online. Maybe I'm understanding the groundwork on this a bit better than I used to. Fascinating, powerful, but frightening.
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youngerOLDER than I am...I swear, it's like I need to have a typo in everything I do lately. Except I don't really want them older than me; looking that good at that age means supernatural influence generally. I would love to be younger than them, except I have no desire to relive that part of my life. I'm sorry I can't keep my descriptive words straight, bendy, or at least make some sort of sense.