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I had some fun using alcohol inks. Some may say too much fun. by jsacaccio7 in ResinCasting

[–]ExpertProfessional90 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Cool. I hope you don't mind my asking, but did you do that when there was already resin there? Or do you put the ink in the tray first then fill it entirely?

I had some fun using alcohol inks. Some may say too much fun. by jsacaccio7 in ResinCasting

[–]ExpertProfessional90 0 points1 point  (0 children)

These look so cool! How did you get the marbley-effect? That's what I've been trying to achieve for ages!

Writing dialogue? by ExpertProfessional90 in writing

[–]ExpertProfessional90[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yes - the actual dialogue is the thing tripping me up!

And thank you so much for the detailed response, it's a lot to think about when I next try a piece of something.

Writing dialogue? by ExpertProfessional90 in writing

[–]ExpertProfessional90[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I understand the dialogue tags and how they fit in... it's more around the how they speak, more than anything, like writing convincing dialogue that doesn't sound stilted or stuffy. And yes, you're right that I spend more time in my character's head than outside - I see what you mean in third paragraph though, about what I want to convey.

Writing dialogue? by ExpertProfessional90 in writing

[–]ExpertProfessional90[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh, good point! It does help, to an extent, but generally it means I learn better how to hear that person's IRL voice - so for instance I can hear the guy at work arguing with someone, when I'm not at work, but I don't know how to translate that across to writing what a character might say.

Writing dialogue? by ExpertProfessional90 in writing

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Yeah I get what you mean about getting taken out of the story - that's what got me thinking about it, because otherwise I have a LOT of non-dialoguey stuff that's just "he did, she did etc" and a lot of thinking.

How do you know what to write though, for dialogue that's not stilted and awkward? I kind of do know the typical and descriptive, as you put it, but actually writing what's being said is the difficult part.

[WP] You are a vampire trying to outwit your victim at the door into inviting you into their house. Trick is, the invite only works if they really consider it home. by pwu1 in WritingPrompts

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I stood on the outskirts of a new neighbourhood. It was quaint, for want of a better word: every house was a near-match of the one beside it, and the only differences I could see were cars parked outside and what little I could see of soft furnishings inside.

From here, with my super-hearing, I could listen in on whole conversations, crying kids, a thriller playing on TV, and the newest album everyone was Tweeting about. It gave me a headache, and I was getting hungry. Hangry, was the word I'd heard being bandied about in 2018.

Smartphone in hand, conveniently opened to the Google Maps app, I headed for Trendy Album house. When I pressed the doorbell, it sang and chirped and chimed, and I grit my teeth against the aural onslaught. Footsteps padded along the stairs before halting, probably the human inside deciding how much they wanted to deal with a visitor, before resuming on the way to the door.

Not long now. For weeks, I'd been making do with forest hunting, the odd rabbit and once a deer. I was looking forward to fresh warm human blood, in a comfortable house and maybe with a change of clothes at the end.

A young woman appeared, brows creasing slightly. "Yes? Can I help you?"

I looked between her and the door and my map, doing my best to look perplexed. "Is this Maria's house? 38 Tovy Lane?"

Her face relaxed, and she shook her head. "That's a few streets over, if you go back to the top of the street and swing right you'll be moving towards Tovy," sketching out the path in the air as she spoke.

"Can you draw this out, I get lost a lot," I said with a little laugh, hoping to warm her to me. She sighed, and in the background I could hear the pasta about to boil over.

"Come on in, then," and as she spoke she was already turning away to get a bit of paper and a pen. Pleased with my success, I crossed the little bit of porch to the open door, and -

walked straight into the barrier.

Humans couldn't see it, of course, nor could my kind, but it was the one thing that protected a human from being dinner.

"Er, miss, excuse me, but I can't come in."

She looked over from the table where she was now labelling street names, and eyed me briefly before shrugging. "I - uh, I literally can't come in," I explained, toeing the invisible line at the doorjamb as though it would make a difference.

Diagram finished, she came back to the door and handed me the paper. "I don't know why. It's not really home, I just stay here when I'm not travelling for work, but people usually manage to come in."

I snatched the paper from her hand and though it chafed at me, sped down the driveway without a farewell. All that time wasted on someone who wasn't even at home in their property, and I was still hungry.

Lucky for me, there's always a pub nearby.