For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious. Not horny. Just all the higher parts of my brain closing up shop. The cerebral cortex. The cerebellum. That's where my problem is. I'm now simplifying myself. Somewhere balanced in the perfect middle between happiness and sadness. Because sponges never have a bad day.

Anymore, no one's mind is their own.

Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

Every character sees the world through a framework of education and experience that they're proud experts about. To write a character, find out what they know best, and THEN you'll know how they'll describe a "hot day." Or a "pretty girl."

Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.

The liberator who destroys my property is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.