Today someone told me that they knew I was real, and that I didn't have to hold back from being real for fear they thought I was faking.
I'm still rolling those words in my mouth like a lollipop, holding them close to my heart like heater, spinning around in this idea like it's a bright, new backyard with a sky full of stars and clouds and I can yell to God.
How does your character hold back? How does your character dilute him or herself for the people he interacts with? What does your character have to worry about people misinterpreting or misusing or rejecting or shying away from?
Who does your character get to be real with?
Even honest people have things that they have to hold back, and hopefully, people that they don't hold back with. Write a scene that shows the difference.
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