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  • I use my screenwriters voice to select the worlds that evoke the strongest feelings in the reader and conjure a picture. The words are handpicked out of my head until they form a story that I am happy with.

    But until I do, those ideas and all the possible words and worlds and scenarios and characters that might embody them all live inside my brain until I can think of nothing else and my family get sick of hearing me talk about the ideas, and I've long since stopped boring my friends about them until they roll their eyes, but still they notice when somewhere in the middle of their conversations I am not listening to them anymore because I’m in my head with all my words reordering them, rethinking, adding alternatives and backtracks into them to complete the matrix I need.

    And when the first draft is written it’s a blessed relief because there it is, the idea formed into a whole and it’s outside of my head and can live on it’s own without using my energy to exist. Even though the rewrites come slower because there isn't the urgency of my brain bursting with new thoughts. It’s just, restructuring, reinforcing, redacting.

    I've always wondered what happens to the words I don’t use. My mind is emptied of them too somehow, but where do they go?
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