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Well, it's happened; you've been writing like a maniac for ages, and suddenly you come careening at full tilt smack into a wall.  It happens to all of us at least once; for some of us, it happens a lot.  What do you do?  Where do you go from here?  How has your imagination gone from faster than the speed of light to bone dry in milliseconds?  Where has the source of inspiration gone!?!? First and foremost, it's good to just know the basic fact that this will happen; it's inevitable.  That being said, as it is still rather annoying, there are a few ways to deal with it.  I'll let everyone know now that these are just my recommendations; I'm s

“So let me get this straight; after leaving you with your parents, you made your way back to the Golden Mountain to reclaim our kingdom. But first you got a sword that would cut off everyone’s head but yours; a cloak that made you invisible; and a pair of boots that would transport you anywhere. Is this correct so far?” The judge looked down at the man before him. He was chained to the floor beneath his chair. Next to him was his “wife”, Queen Lieselotte, crying her eyes out over the corpse of their headless child. “That is correct.” More tears from the Queen as the man remained as stone cold as poss

She is strong. A brave soul, don't take no shit from nobody, protective of those she cares about. Hard as stone. Motherly. Independent. She is the Stone Woman. Changing hands, she is young. Giddy, free spirited, expressive with her emotions. Soaking life in. Learning the ways. Experiencing the world. She is the Wild Child. She experienced emotions today, the Stone Woman did. And she wept. Her heart shook, her soul ached, her spirit softened. She broke. She felt. She lived. She experienced age today, the Wild Child did. She cried. Her brain stressed, her thoughts changed, her repent surfaced. She regretted. She forgave. She lived. End of t