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Intuitive Writer Interviews
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Ongoing, First published Jul 07, 2023
Interviews with Wattpad's intuitive minds. Ponderings & Process: Has your writing changed since the use of AI? How do you outline? Do you write by the seat of your pants, or sit in silence and pause for the words to flow, or simply channel things madly onto the page? Do you write for the characters or plan your career purely on instinct? Are you an intuitive writer? What does intuition look like in your writing process and workday? Here, writers talk about that process and things they reflect on about the meaning of "muse'.

Where does intuition belong in your life? 

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The day youth died

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We thought we had time. We ran like there was no edge. Said things we didn't mean. Left things unsaid that mattered more than we knew. There were eight of us once. We didn't talk about what came next. We were too busy breaking things, setting them on fire, turning empty rooms into places that felt like home. Music, laughter, bruised knuckles, bleeding hearts - it was everything. Until it wasn't. When he died, the silence came first. Then the drifting. Then the disappearing. Then the grief that didn't come all at once - just slow, like drowning. Some of us tried to stay. Most of us didn't. We ended up exactly where we always knew we would: scattered, scarred, unfinished. This isn't a story about saving someone. It's about what's left when you can't. About the day after youth. When you wake up, and everything you were is gone - and no one tells you how to keep going.