So yesterday, I wrote 2,104 words. Which is not bad going, seeing that I got terribly distracted by something purely idiotic on the way, but it was a pretty weak 2,104 words. No fluidity, no natural flow. The interaction between my two characters sounded artificial, awkward - even though it was about an awkward situation. I am someone who is not particularly fluent at social events and in social situations in general. I enjoy solitude immensely - the joys of solitude are outrageously underrated, nowadays.
Therefore, give me a good monologue, a character's interior life, inner thoughts and doubts and hopes and turmoils, great. Then as soon as I start describing interaction with people, it just goes a bit pear shaped ...
I think therefore I write.
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