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Like the dying old man — only dying because all that is left is death — going through that final period of his life when

days no longer face ahead. With no other direction left but to turn at last and look back.

With Death having already decided its claim for him, despite being (arguably) still alive backwards and forwards switch roles like some event horizon.

Once beyond that point all paths converge towards the Death singularity. And their entire Life’s observable universe can be seen naked, no longer experienced through a distorted lens of time, Life is seen as what Life truly is; — a movie which was over all along and none of any of it was real; — all just reflections of ones self in a funhouse mirror made to show one’s own self when finally examined at the End of Everything.

All of it had only existed with the purpose one might have learned enough and come into wisdoms accurate enough to see one’s true shape as they might pass into death and able to caught sail on that wind-adjacent whatever which swept throughout when unfolded dimensions expand out and swallow us whole wonders of whatever next journey is revealed ahead

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As hard as it’s been,

No death experience could have been more deeply felt. And now, as Denver lays ahead, awaits a world which I will live within as though risen from death myself. And now, finally, ready to live again and this time in the way true to that true path which had always called for me yet never could be made to connect to my life and who was. It was only by the experience of that dying and rising again that I truly have finally become that great writer I’ve spent my entire life aiming to become

That writers eyes are finally my eyes

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Something I’ve realized about working in my novel is ther red are different types of writing sessions I tend to engage in:

There are the sessions dedicated to tightening.

The sessions dedicated to fitting in scenes I’ve written but aren’t in the current draft

And sessions that are spent allowing whatever scene writes itself without regard to timeline and that will need later review to determine if it is worth any consideration for ideas and if so where would they be be most appropriate.

If yes a comment on what types would be super appreciated

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Part of poem “American Handbook” by Robert Hanley Tortora

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A map of the town “March—Massot”, a fictional post apocalyptic town in the fictional part of the Astral Realm just outside the border of Hell (shhhh don’t tell my characters that tho).

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Someone left this comment under my entry in Quara r/writing #writing #review #goodvibes