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I squeak out. “Shut up!”

The kind of quiet that has weight – that sits on the furniture and presses against the walls and makes the air thicker. He didn’t shut down. Just looked at me with his grey eyes wide and completely present. “If you write this,” he said, “everyone will know.” “I’ll change the names.” “People will still know.” A beat. His hand crossing the sheets to grip my ankle. His thumb tracing the bone with enough pressure that meant he was thinking with his body because his brain hadn’t caught up yet. “Write it anyway.” His voice low. Certain. “Write every word. Even the parts about me that hurt. Especially those.”

My foot tapped impatiently, my mouth itching me to say something witty to annoy him. Cookie, shut up. Cookie, shut up. Cookie, shut up. Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk! I heard my breath and bit my lip, I can do this, I can do this… I can't do this! I have to talk!

Shit, shit, shit, holy chocolate. "Pari." I hear a loud growl. Oh chocolate. (MUST READ: I updated late I know, and am sorry. *grabs a sit then sit down.* I had a writer block:if you don't know what that means, its when a writer don't knows what to write next *sips from the apple juice in hand.* So after seeking for advice's, I was asked to rest and listen to music, read other books, or something fun. And it helped a little, since I was able to update today.

When you go a day or two without writing, it becomes easier to lose momentum and forget important ideas from your last writing session. Try writing your first draft with a pen and paper. Spike doesn't type the first drafts of his scripts; he instead writes them out longhand on loose-leaf paper and inserts the script into a three-ring binder. Writing longhand is a great way to help you constantly move forward with your script since it's not as easy to go back and edit yourself. And if you struggle with distractions when writing on your computer, using a pen and paper is also a great way to stay focused on the task at hand.

“Write it the way you write best — honestly and without protecting anyone more than the truth will allow.” Alexei, last as always, said nothing for a long moment. Then: “Write it for the young woman in Denver. And for every person like her who doesn’t yet know that what they’re living is survivable.” Anya nodded. She didn’t trust her voice completely. “All right,” she said. “I’ll write it.” The following weeks settled into a rhythm that felt, for the first time in a long time, genuinely sustainable.

Queenie’s grip on her mug tightens. “I’ve been carrying something I want to share with all of you,” Rayana continues. “But before I do, I wanted us to try something together. Something my therapist taught me when I was first diagnosed and drowning in all the things I’d never said.” She gestures at the paper. “Letters. To anyone. About anything. Something you’ve been carrying that’s too heavy to hold anymore. You write it down, you fold it up, and then we burn them together. The act of writing makes it real. The fire makes it gone.” She looks around the circle. “I know it sounds ridiculous. I know it sounds like wellness retreat nonsense. But I have learned the hard way that the things we ref

I gasped, my hands finally free. Rowan pointed to the keyboard. "You're the Author now, Kaima. But you’ve been writing for the Shareholders. It’s time to write for the **People in the Tanks**." He grabbed my hands and placed them back on the keys. This time, there were no electrical pulses. There was only warmth. "Write the truth, Kaima," Rowan said. "Not the 'Drama.' Not the 'Hooks.' Write what it feels like to be 'Real.'"