Well, technically, it's a minimoon or a temporary captured asteroid, and it's leaving sometime in April.
It's a tiny object with the diameter between 2 to 3 meters that was orbiting our planet for about three years but was only discovered in February. Named 2020 CD3, it's the second known asteroid to become our temporary satellite.
What happens to all the custom cover images in your portfolio when reverting back to a free account? I have a hunch they are removed, but I couldn't find it mentioned in "When Your Paid Membership Expires" .
Writing is encoding information, and reading is decoding it. Both the decoder and encoder are flawed in their unique way, creating a unique reader-writer combination. When you receive feedback, you go through additional encoding and decoding, and it creates more chances for misunderstanding.
If you strive for clarity, you need to know what impact you want to make with your writing, how you want your reader to react, and check it against the actual reaction.
Alternatively, you could input moderately abstract or ambiguous information and see what result might the system output.
The result still heavily depends on how compatible the two black boxes are.
I still don't know if I have good taste in stories.
I have a painting on the wall in my living room. I painted it ten years ago. It's not a great painting, it could never get into an art gallery. It's probably not even my best painting. But with it, I wanted to tell a story, and that story is visible there. I don't pay much attention to that painting, but when I stop to actually look at it, I don't feel ashamed.
That's precisely the relationships I want to have with my writing.
How awesome would it be to get review-pranked? You open your email to see a new anonymous review that says how horrible your piece is (two and a half stars for the effort), making nonsense suggestions and completely misinterpreting the plot. That would be epic if done right: a good amount of blather, some irony, spiced with self-deprecating insights.
I’m tempted to do that myself, but I’ve never been a trend-starter.
Are you familiar with the Dunning-Kruger effect? As Bertrand Russell said, “One of the painful things about our time is that those who feel certainty are stupid, and those with any imagination and understanding are filled with doubt and indecision.”
How can you objectively evaluate your skills? How can you be sure your writing is worth something? What if this is just a bad case of graphomania?
Is doubting your skills the sign of your high-ability? Would knowing about Dunning-Kruger effect skew the results? Would anyone doubt themselves in hopes of appearing smarter?
I know it's your birthday, and this is not what you want to hear. But I need to say it.
I'm really trying to make this relationship work. I hesitated to go on our first date because you seemed like not my type. I know appearances can be deceiving, and I tried to focus on your rich inner world instead. And I must admit, I fell for you when I got to know you. You were charming and supportive, warm and colourful, and you showed me so much love the first month we were together.
But when the novelty of this passion faded, I found myself questioning if we are right together. We meet every day, and you talk in so many flashy voices, and I just don't know what to say. I nod quietly at your witty remark, but you never catch it. I guess I should be shouting to get noticed. You gave me a valuable gift, and now I feel obligated to stay with you even though I doubt this is working. I tried showing you who I am, but you wanted me to be someone else, pushed me to participate in all this activity, and... I got tired.
Should we take a break? Split right away? Give each other another chance? What do you say, WdC?
A friend of mine who doesn’t get my stories once asked me, what’s wrong with obvious.
Why can’t I just write it, so everyone understood what’s happening? For god’s sake, that bracelet is just electroshock that wiped out Connie’s memory, and she forgot what the right decision was. Doc might be a psychiatrist who used to indulge in speculative conversations with his patients, one that got world-shakingly real. That hitchhiker might be the real Santa. Christopher's mind could be just a simulation. Simon is experiencing vivid hallucinations because of his tumour. And Frank... Well, it was pretty obvious what happened to Frank.
I didn’t know what was wrong with obvious. But then another conversation gave me insight.
By making it obvious, I would kill the other alternative. Connie jumped in time. A professor didn't find enough evidence that travel between parallel universes was possible. Nick is blessed with a fulfilling seasonal job. Christopher has a damn good assistant. Simon knows that lies beyond the threshold of death. And Frank... Well, we don’t know who Frank really was.
In the quantum reality of my stories, all these alternatives are possible. And like in the quantum world, the reader determines what alternative to actualize.
I fully accept that by walking this path, I'm reducing my target audience to a small group of people who seek the joy of solving ambiguous puzzles. I'm glad I've already met some.