I think there has to be a reason why the character dreams. Like @Carlos Hazday said, someone with PTSD has nightmares because it's a central part of his/her character and is part of the conflict that he/she needs to overcome (spoiler: I've just finished a story with this premise ). Another scenario is if someone suddenly starts dreaming things that are usual and they become like visions into a future or some mystery. I don't know, I'm brainstorming now. I guess I'm saying that the dreams must serve a purpose, have to be central to the storytelling, not just a way to reveal information because it's convenient. Same thing with flashbacks. Also, flashbacks are not the same as a character remembering specific memories. You can describe how a character remembers something without having to go into full flashback mode.
I agree with what most people have said. I need to take time away. The longer the better. Because then I forget the story and when I come back to it, it doesn't feel like mine anymore. So when I re-read, it's easier to spot what works and what doesn't.
I've never made any of my own maps, but I do use Google Maps a lot to make sure street names and distances are accurate. I definitely also save any images that are inspiration for characters, locations, etc.
Sorry with the short chapters!! My chapter lengths vary so much naturally that I wanted to keep each post approximately the same length, so I ended up going with the lower common denominator But there aren't too many cliffhangers... maybe one more??
Thanks!! New chapters post every Sunday! I aim for Sunday morning, but sometimes might be afternoon, so keep an eye out! Oh, and I suppose it depends on what time zone you're in.. Anyways, on Sundays!
When they reached his apartment, Marcus poured himself a glass of scotch, disconcerted to find his hands trembling. He downed the first glass and poured himself a second.
“What are these?” Andy asked.
Marcus turned to see Andy flipping through papers on the kitchen counter. His stomach dropped as he remembered what he had left there.
Andy looked up at him with those large doe eyes, glistening with wonder, and Marcus found himself walking toward him, drawn to the depth of emotio
Sorry guys!! This was actually part of last week's chapter, but posting the whole thing at once made it SUPER long. Next week should be a hard hitting section, so make sure to come back and read it! Thanks so much!!
(I think I use too many exclamation points.)
"Shoot him! Shoot him! Damn, Marcus, you suck at this."
“Sorry, kid.” Marcus handed the game controller back to the teenager and patted him on the head.
“Hey, watch the hair!”
Marcus smiled and glanced at the door before wandering over to the pool table to see what some of the older boys were up to.
“Hey, Marcus, we need a fourth. You game?” Nick, a sophomore in high school held up a pool cue.
“Yeah, sure.” He played with Nick and a couple of other regulars at the Thursd