With oleander and. The love you've loved and the truth you've told : comments.
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God, don't even get me started on writing soundtracks, we could be here for a very, very long time...
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I think that's what a novel is made of when it's all said and done.
I had absolutely no idea that I had recurring themes, that I had an atmosphere of vintage mash-up or that I was creating my own little genre and I'm no where near as... I don't even have a word for your ideas. I have no where near as much scope and structure as you've managed to give yourself. I have no where near as much rampant imagination as you do.
Your world is thrilling to watch evolve and I want so much more.
Sometime I'll have to write about how improv comedy is teaching me a ton about writing.
UHM. YES! DUR.
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