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By day: Mild-mannered climate geek working to decarbonize the power grid. By night: SF&F Author of Carpathians and more! Links: Owlskirk: a.co/d/5DE3Nq8 Carpathians: a.co/d/6lYc08V Starfall: a.co/d/hR5yHbL

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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 08/10/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“Kester?” Herecic said, confused.
“Uh, no…” The woman said her name, which meant nothing to him. “I’m on your staff, sir?” she added, questioningly.
He rubbed his eyes wearily.
On closer inspection, the young woman looked nothing like Kester at all. That one had been wild, feral, a colonist through and through. Whereas this tech was dressed as fashionably as laboratory attire would allow, her coat sleeves rolled up, revealing bare forearms, perfectly tanned.
“Of course you are,” he said. He glanced down, a flash of motion catching his gaze. His assistant  — what was her name? He’d forgotten already — had a pair of leapers tattooed on her arm. Arboreal predators, he thought absently, endemic to the local jungles; iridescent green-purple creatures, lizard-like in Terran terms, though those sort of analogies were dangerous; cephalized, yes, with central nervous systems but not rigid bones, certainly nothing resembling vertebrae.
As he watched, the tattoos chased themselves up her arm, disappearing behind her clothing, then reappearing on her opposite hand.
She saw him looking. “The project has been a great success,” she said.
Was she the one he’d put in charge? Or had that been someone else?
Was this some kind of mockery, or obsequiousness, or maybe simply a fashion statement?
“I don’t doubt it,” he managed to croak. “You are dismissed…” he trailed off awkwardly, trying and failing to add her name, which had already fallen from his mind.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 07/10/2026
Just dropping this here as no further comment necessary.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 07/10/2026
Amazing. I think I'm signing off BlueSky for the day. I don't know what more there is to say after this...
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 07/10/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 05/10/2026
When I was first learning to write scientific papers, I went through a phase where I felt the same about definite articles. As though removing them somehow made my writing more technical? Or something? I guess?
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 05/10/2026
Left behind... with that strange, archaic ability actually to learn new skills.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 05/10/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Herecic crossed the space and shook the proffered hand, felt himself swallowed up in an impeccably manicured, carefully restrained grip.
“At last,” Herecic agreed.
“Apologies for making you wait.” 
“Not at all. Thank you for the kind invitation.”
“Walk with me.”
Visser led him across the underground gymnasium to a second elevator that had appeared from another hidden aperture in the wall. The security guard was waiting inside, but now Visser dismissed her with a subtle nod.
All carefully choreographed, Herecic thought, but again: why? What message was he being sent?
He had no answer. The lift whisked them upward, though at a more moderate speed; at least his knees didn’t buckle under the strain. This elevator was windowed floor-to-ceiling, and when it emerged from underground, its path tracked the curve of the building’s hemispherical dome, providing a spectacular view over the interior of the campus. 
“What do you think of the additions?” Visser said casually. His Antarctican accent was unmistakable, with its clipped vowels and terse phrasing. Another thing Herecic suspected he was meant to notice.
“They are aesthetically pleasing,” Herecic allowed.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 02/10/2026
First, a new jungle cat. Now a new penguin? It's almost as though there are still wonders in the natural world...
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 02/10/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Lieutenant Farrow’s office proved to be a miniature command center, with screens across which status reports scrolled, data interfaces, and a massive, central holographic display of Ragnarock, lit up with icons depicting the disposition of planetary and orbital assets.
The field team had, as Anahita had surmised, been busy.
Three of Farrow’s staff were waiting inside. The Lieutenant dismissed them with a look, an economy in her movement of which Anahita approved. In response, she subvocalized a quick order of her own to her security guard, who stepped outside quietly, taking up station just beyond the door.
The only personal effect Anahita could see was an insulated mug resting on what appeared to have been a packing crate, now badly dented in one corner, and repurposed as a table. 
Farrow saw her looking and smiled grimly. “Instrument casing,” she said. “Deep-sea, autonomous drogue. The pilot had to dump weight at the last minute on landing. Cracked the case, but it made for a useful desk.”
“And a reminder?” Anahita guessed.
“Aye, sir. The air might be safe to breathe, but it’s hard to fly down here. It’s bloody cold, the jet stream is unrelenting, and the storms are difficult to predict and violent.”
“Yes, I imagine so.” Anahita considered for a moment. Listen first, she decided. Understand all that has happened here, and then share what must be shared.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 01/10/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“Sedation?” Per felt a flash of anger. “Your guard shot me.”
“He was forced to administer tranquilizers, yes.”
“With darts to my throat?”
“It would have been better had they been delivered center mass,” Herecic agreed, his voice infuriatingly mild. Maybe he looked exhausted, but that awful intelligence was still present. He sighted down his nose like a sniper’s scope, peering at Per like a specimen in a jar and missing nothing. “Then again, in a perfect world, you and Kester wouldn’t have attempted to run off in the first place.”
“Where is she?”
“Alive and well.”
“I want to see her.”
Dr. Herecic sighed theatrically. “I think we’re past that, don’t you, Per?” he said. “I bent over backward to accommodate her wishes. She repaid me with an elopement attempt, injuring one of my security team in the process.”
He sounded so calm, in control. And yet… Per straightened up in his bed, studying the doctor more closely. There was something in his voice, just for a moment, a familiar note Per recognized from before, during those long, awful years when their colony was crumbling.
In a flash of insight, he knew what he was hearing.
The sound of an elder, lying.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
How long was the man going to stay submerged, anyway? Depending on his augments, this could take a while. Herecic counted seconds, thinking about blood pH, acidosis, hemoglobin levels, and oxygen-binding, thinking, too, that Visser obviously wanted him to see this. All of it. 
But why?
Power, obviously, but there was more to it than that. He was missing something, and he badly wished he knew what.
His boss surfaced at last and climbed out of the pool, treating Herecic to an up close view of skeletomusculature that looked expensive in the extreme. Probably three percent body fat, veins on top of muscles, biceps that looked like they belonged on a laboratory display. Herecic scanned the man’s face with a critical eye, subconsciously cataloging the modifications, extensions, and enhancements. Visser’s facial ratios were just so, pupil to mouth, mouth to chin; his cheekbones prominent in the way of faces carved into mountainsides. The salt-and-pepper notes of gray in his hair were artful, tastefully streaked. Visser might be forty, might be a hundred and forty, just allowing a little age to show through, a subtle reminder: I have lived longer than you. I know more than you do, and that makes my physical attraction even greater.
It was all well done, and Herecic should know; he was in the business. Or had been, anyway, up until a decade ago, when his obsession with the neuro-regenerative capabilities of a certain Paradisian jellyfish became the sole focus of his research.
Which, of course, was why he was here.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
So... you're saying those aren't the same thing? 😀
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
a'yup. I am certain the backlash is coming but I don't feel like I have any idea what form it will take. And I refuse to ask ChatGPT to find out...
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
The state transition was so abrupt, the information discontinuity so profound as to threaten the essence of its very self.
It struggled to find its metaphorical footing, digging virtual talons into the ground, scrabbling at the rocks that were its neural substrate for purchase. To steady its processing, gather its bearings and its wits. 
Diagnostics. Sense of self first. Beleaguered, it throttled the sudden onslaught of data; there was far more than it could process at the moment. There were no procedures for this. The Overmind, never having anticipated they would fall asleep in the first place, hadn’t left instructions on what to do when returning from a quiescent state.
Math, it thought. Start with basic derivations. Ground down in pure logic, free of interpretation. 
As in: triangles behaved thusly. Integers could be written as unique combinations of primes, just so. Quadratic equations, solved in these ways.
Differentiation, integration, polyhedra formulation, cyclics… It reached eiπ = -1 and let out a skraaking boom of contentment, feeling, for the first time, some measure of hope. If it still understood why that particular identity must be true, perhaps everything else would be okay.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
My mom reads my books. It's gonna have to remain science fiction for me.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
A curious structure appeared in its vision, a jumbled mess of a thing, an engineering disaster, some sort of platform built on stilts, nothing at all like the People would create, but it was apparently where they were headed. At a very oblique angle, it couldn’t help but notice. It focused telescoping cameras, picked out a landing strip of some kind, and performed rough computations which were not reassuring. It wasn’t entirely clear there was enough room to land down there, not at the oblique angle the incredibly primitive atmospheric craft into which it was lodged was taking. But then, it wasn’t itself, and maybe it had the math wrong. Too late to worry about it: they were down,  skipping off the deck, bumping along, then finally careening to a halt, with one last jerk as though snagged by some grasping claw, they came to rest.
It realized it had closed its eyes during the landing. Understandably, it felt, if unprofessional for a probe, which was meant to be observing everything, all the time.
Except it wasn’t a probe. Not really. Was it?
It had a feeling there was more to the story.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Not Arthur C. Clarke! Didn't he basically think up the idea of geosynch orbit for communications satellites? and then say later he gave away a billion dollars... something like that?
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
Exactly!
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
There is an entire generation out there, possibly two, that cannot hear this word without thinking of a certain cartoon from our childhood...
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
From Second Carpathians. Vibes. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
They passed a few tens of thousands of years mapping comets. These made for nice natural clocks, especially those with the really wild, elliptical orbits. They calculated planetary alignments, tracked near-space fly-bys. What if, they mused, the planet got whacked by a passing chunk of ice? The place was mostly dead already. Boil the atmosphere, shake things up a bit? What was the worst that could happen?
Well, pretty bad, obviously; the majority of the chorus agreed on the point. Mostly dead wasn’t the same thing as completely extinct. But what about an asteroid? A nice, bright, violent collision, but a survivable one?
The chorus boomed and clucked, considering. They had the capability, but there were certain non-interference guidelines in play. The Overmind had made that much clear. They couldn’t just install some thrusters on a nearby hunk of nickel and send it on a collision course one sunny afternoon.
But what if an asteroid were already inbound? Were they allowed to nudge things, just a bit? Put a metaphorical wing-claw on the scales of fate?
The chorus found themselves divided on the question. In the end, they settled for building a modest proximate space interceptor system, then left it lying dormant in geosynchronous orbit, just in case. They were meant to be searching the skies for hypothetical alien visitors anyway. None of them could see any harm in looking for potential planet-killers while they were at it.
If something did pass this way, they would have plenty of time to decide on a course of action.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Well as an American living in Europe all I can say is god bless the Danes… :-)
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Please tell me that’s actually true
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
I have a confession: I am pretty much addicted to watching Gen-Z react to Dire Straits on YouTube. This is, obviously, my age talking - but here's the thing. If we let AI take over all creative endeavors, there will never be another Mark Knopfler. I mean, there won't anyway, but you get the point.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
This is very context-light today, but from Second Carpathians. Reactor in lieu of meltdown. Make of it what you will! #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Herecic turned away from the ancient server room, its racks and blinking lights. “And that’s all you do, Per? Maintain a thousand-year-old server farm?”
“Yes, but I’m just a neophyte,” Per said. “This is where we all begin our work. The church has other concerns as well.”
“Such as?”
“Commercial Operations. There’s a fully modern computer center in another part of the church. We provide planetary state updates, which pays for all this, as I understand it.“
Herecic grunted. “I wonder how your people got that assignment.”
“We were the low bidder on the project.”
“Ah.” Herecic looked satisfied, like it was the first thing Per had said that made sense, which might have been true.
“Seen enough?”
“Yes.” Herecic shivered. “Cold in here.”
“Yes, well, a massive stone building like this would have naturally been that way. We use underfloor air conditioning to help the process along.”
“Must take a lot of power.”
“There’s a modular nuclear reactor in the vaults. It’s why they built the church near a water source, so I’m told. In this case, a river that runs by the cranberry bog outside. Would you like to see it?”
“The bog?”
“The reactor.”
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
I am pretty sure this reduces down to: take all remaining human activities that cause the release of seratonin in the brain by way of steady application of effort over time, and replace with another dopamine drip instead.
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Shimaira ⛥ @shimaira.com · 19/09/2026
Fuck all the AI slop flooding Amazon. Sigh the petition 💪 www.change.org/p/ban-ai-gen... 📚💙 #BookSky #authors
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
From Second Carpathians. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 19/09/2026
From Second Carpathians. First draft legit on the homestretch now. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
This is awesome. And, I profoundly hope, inevitable.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
Vibes today. From Second Carpathians. Like of a contractor be like.... #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
#writingcommunity
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
Expect a lot more cephalopodic posts from me going forward... getting close to starting the next writing project!
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
I could watch this all day
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“There are Terran analogs,” the Interlocutor said. “Fliers who famously lost their ability to fly.”
“The dodo?” Piotre asked.
“I was thinking of the kakapo.”
“I’m not familiar.”
“No? Your Magellanix education didn’t focus on early conservation efforts?”
“Not as such.”
“What,” the Derivator said, “is a kakapo?”
The Interlocutor smiled, an expression the Derivator still found gruesome, reminding it, as it did, of certain of the horrors that dwelled in this canyon, ones it had spared its guests the sight of. “Now we really do need Dr. Solarin,” the woman said. “She would know more than me. It’s a nocturnal, flightless parrot. Strigops habroptilus, if memory serves. A Strigopteran, in our classification system. That nearly went extinct, but was brought back from the brink to become a symbol of endurance, of sorts. They even sound like you, a little bit. The skraaking and booming, the vocalizations you make.”
“A Strigopteran,” the Derivator said. “Is that, then, how you would name us?”
“Were we to choose such a Terran analog.”
“Which we usually do,” Piotre added.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritintPrompts
The security guard was waiting for Herecic in the corridor outside, seeming to materialize from nowhere. She took him by the arm, guiding him down the hall.
“You really should get some rest, Doctor,” she said.
“There isn’t time.”
She studied him, utterly impassive, eyes not betraying any trace of humanity at all.
“No, there’s never enough, is there? But a piece of advice?”
“From Security?”
“From the agent that’s been assigned to you, yes.”
“You’re my handler now? I didn’t know I rated the escort.”
“Here at the Capitol. In the Singlest church. All the way to Aldan’s World. Wherever you go, Doctor, I assure you — you are far too valuable an asset to be allowed unattended.”
“What about Agent Ramus?”
“He,” the agent said, “is lab security. I am assigned to you.”
“What do I call you?”
“Agent will do.”
“You don’t have a name?”
“Do you care?”
Herecic considered this. “Not particularly, no. So what’s the advice?”
“Health is always a security concern. Doctor. Get some rest. Go see the boy in the morning. He isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
This makes me absurdly happy.
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Janel Comeau 🍁 @verybadllama.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
I mean if you really want to hear Ed Sheeran without any opening acts you can simply get put on hold with your bank
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
Because there aren't many crafts in which the job is literally to build worlds! Timeline continuity, on the other hand... aargh.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
Congratulations!
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
This. Chinua Achebe's takedown of Joseph Conrad comes to mind... Honestly, it's pretty danged instructive for my generation (and presumably those who followed) to revisit our high school "classics" through this lens and see what exactly we were meant to read...
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
That was one thing she’d never had to worry about back on Aldan’s World, the colony where she’d been born. Not with its inland seas, swamps, wetlands, estuaries, and endless tidal flats. They could make fresh water, as much as they wanted, with nothing more complex than a methane-fired still.
Here, Kester felt forever unclean. She often found herself picking at her skin, uncomfortable and itchy, her hair greasy, remembering what those feelings had presaged on her homeworld, when the fungus came calling.
The others weren’t faring much better. Feyis’s hair, what was left of it, was simply turning white. She told him so, mostly to distract herself, lest she spend the next five minutes counting every strand on his head.
He gave her a mild look. “It has been,” he said, “ever since I went into that crevasse.”
“Physical stress from your injuries?” she guessed. He’d hit his head along with dislocating a shoulder; she remembered the story.
“Nah,” he said. “Just no access to coloring agents.”
“You… dye your hair?”
“He does,” Callie confirmed. “It’s better this way, honestly.”
“You break up with me,” Feyis said, “then give me fashion advice?”
“Just trying to help you out.”
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
And go see a show!
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
Yup. This. Writing, like all creative endeavors, is about the journey. The process literally transforms the author, which is why the result can transform the reader. Skipping that step is exactly analogous to driving a marathon, helicoptering to a mountain-top -- pick your metaphor.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
From Second Carpathians #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
Exactly. I read once that NASA used the movie Armageddon to see how many physics errors their candidates for management positions could spot. Which is probably apocryphal (though i hope true), but feels very similar.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
It's aggressively awful. But probably from a teaching of craft POV actually invaluable.
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Paul Dixon @pauldixon.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
Yes. This is utterly maddening.
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