Yes, it helps to prep beforehand.
I still never succeed, but it's definetely helped push my personal best.
Well, there are several other examples on this thread where cis men aren't getting mad, so I feel your justification is a bit thin.
Why do so many men seem to feel personally attacked
Miscommunication. Why are you specifically asking them, when you don't want their opinion? As much as you can try to guide it, you can't control how people interpret your question.
Good idea! Let me know if you'd like any help.
The intro was poorly worded, like a malicious, intentional attack with plausible deniability, or unknowingly giving the opposite effect of what was intended. If course, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt, and assume the latter. This paragraph is guilty of the same.
Moving forward, this could be better addressed by laying out what the actual discussion points were before clarifying what they were not. Inclusion never starts with exclusion.
It's small things like this that makes life unnecessarily difficult, but if we can all recognise, call out, and forgive each moment like this, everyone benefits.
Hi, I'm not going to try saying my name. I'm an engineer who is now trying fiction writing as a hobby. I also do Gallifreyan on the side.
Personally, I find it easiest to establish a pattern or habit to push through a block of writing.
"I don't understand," said Alex, "How could you, a faithless non-believer, hope to Shepherd this flock?" A glazed ray of light landed on the shoulders of a man in black.
"I am not faithless!" Said Mark. "I spent years, engaging with each, & every one of them. I am privy to their closest secrets, yet still a friendly stranger."
Alex held up her hand to silence him. "There is more to leadership, than going through the motions of society - to inspire secondhand, and to teach, without talking."
Alex paced down the rows of empty pews. "Without the Lord, could you accomplish as such? I don't think so, unlike me."
Mark shook his head. "So you believe a certain charisma is more important than the social bonds we forge together?" He returned to the pulpit.
Alex turned towards the main door. "I believe, that in these past two weeks, the bonds I made are just as strong as the ones you cherish." She paused as she gripped the handle. "Although, I suppose it can be fun, playing as the preacher."