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i.The Coach tab

Eight coaches. One job each.

Each tool reads for one craft problem and quotes the lines it is talking about. The same page reads differently through each lens, so the eight tools share three sample chapters.

POV & Tense Check

Selection of 685 words · 2 credits in the desk

Real output

Clean Letter · Chapter 7

Story notes: Thriller · First person, Nell Okafor · Present tense

Level P3 smells like wet concrete and somebody's cigarette. I count the pillars as I walk - eleven, twelve, thirteen - because counting keeps my hands from shaking, and because the email said the fourteenth. The flash drive is tucked under my bra strap. I know that's stupid. I know it's the first place anyone would look. But it's the only place I can feel it every second, a hard little square against my ribs, and right now I need to feel it. Footsteps behind me. Not close. Not far. I don't turn around. You don't turn around. You keep walking at the same pace and you watch the windshield of the silver Camry to your right, and in the windshield I see a man in a grey jacket, hands in his pockets, thirty yards back. He could be anyone. He could be a dentist looking for his car. I worked at the Securities and Exchange Commission for six years before I went private. I started in enforcement, in the Chicago regional office, chasing Ponzi schemes and pump-and-dumps, and I was good at it, good enough that they put me on the Halvorsen case when I was twenty-nine. That was the case that made my name, and the case that ended my marriage, because Daniel said I was never home, and he was right. I worked eighty-hour weeks for two years. When we finally got Halvorsen convicted, I went home and found Daniel's half of the closet empty. After that I left the government and joined Pryor & Webb, where the money was better and the hours were not. That was four years ago. I've been at Pryor & Webb ever since, auditing mid-cap firms that mostly just want a clean letter, and until three weeks ago I thought Calder Freight was one of them. The fourteenth pillar has a blue stripe painted around it, and Ruiz is standing behind it. He looks worse than he did on the phone. Older. His tie is loose and there's a fleck of something on his collar that might be mustard or might be blood. "You came," he says. "You said come." "Did anyone follow you?" I think of the grey jacket. "No." He nods like he believes me, and maybe he does. He keeps glancing at the ramp that leads up to P2, where the light is better, and he keeps touching the left pocket of his suit jacket the way people touch their wallets on a crowded train. Ruiz is thinking about his daughter, about the tuition he can't cover now that Calder has cut him loose, and he hates himself a little for what he's about to ask me to do. "I need the drive," he says. "That wasn't the deal. The deal was you tell me who signed off on the Panama transfers, and then I decide what to do with the drive." "The deal changed." I took a step back. My heel caught on a drain grate and I almost went down, and Ruiz didn't even reach out to steady me. He just watched. That was when I knew. "Who's the man in the grey jacket?" I ask. Ruiz's eyes go past my shoulder. Just for a second. Just long enough. Behind me, a car door opens. I don't run. Running is what prey does, and the second you run, you've told them you know you're prey. Instead I put my hand in my bag like I'm looking for my keys, and I walk, not fast, toward the stairwell door with the red EXIT sign, and I listen to the footsteps behind me change rhythm, two sets now, then three. The stairwell door is forty feet away. Thirty. My phone is in my bag. The drive is against my ribs. Somewhere above me a car alarm starts up and stops again, like it's changed its mind. Twenty feet. "Nell," Ruiz calls after me, and his voice cracks on it. "Nell, please. They just want to talk." Nobody who just wants to talk brings three people to a parking garage. I hit the push bar with both hands.

5 notes, 1 strength

The tool’s summary

The passage is first-person present from Nell, matching the story notes. It mostly holds, with a major head-hop when the narration asserts Ruiz’s thoughts and a major tense drift where a present-tense action sequence slips into past for a paragraph. There’s also a brief second-person self-instruction that reads as a person slip unless deliberately established as Nell’s tactic, and a mid-scene backstory zoom that widens distance. The close, observant moments like watching Ruiz’s gaze work well to maintain limited POV and tension.

Note 1 of 5

1Minor

Person slip into second person for self-instruction inside a first-person present POV.

Why it matters
A sudden "you" can read as the narrator addressing the reader, which momentarily blurs who is experiencing the scene.
Try this
Decide whether the second-person coaching is an intentional stylistic choice. If so, consider cueing it as a recurring internal tactic for Nell so readers learn to read it as self-talk; if not, align these sentences with Nell’s established first person.

The notes this tool returned on an original sample passage, unedited. AI feedback can be wrong, and in the desk you can dismiss any note. Your own pages get notes of their own.

ii.The Generate tab

A separate place for when you’re stuck.

Beside the Coach tab, six Generate tools brainstorm, outline, sketch a character, draft a rough scene, continue from the cursor or offer two rewrites of a passage. Generated text appears in the panel, never in your manuscript, unless your project is in Co-writer mode and you choose to insert it.

Here is a real Brainstorm run on the thriller sample: the writer selected the chapter and asked what could happen next.

Brainstorm

Generate tab · 1 credit in the desk

Real output

The writer selected Clean Letter, Chapter 7 (685 words) and asked

Nell is about to go through the stairwell door with three people behind her. I don't want the obvious chase. What could happen next?

  1. Idea 1: Alarmed stairwell

    Nell hits the push bar and a deafening alarm howls across P3, forcing the three men to hesitate and making Ruiz flinch, buying her a public moment and raising the risk they’ll have to explain themselves to building security.

  2. Idea 2: Maintenance shield

    The stairwell door swings open and two maintenance workers with a dolly step out; Nell wedges herself between them and keeps talking like she belongs there, forcing the grey jacket and Ruiz to either back off or make a scene in front of witnesses.

  3. Idea 3: On-mic deterrent

    Nell thumbs her phone’s camera, holds it high, and narrates—time, place, Ruiz at the fourteenth pillar, grey jacket thirty yards back—so anyone watching later will know who was here, pushing the trio into negotiation instead of a grab.

  4. Idea 4: Decoy and drop

    As she pushes through the EXIT, Nell palms a spare USB from her bag to flash later and slips the real drive under the silver Camry’s rear plate with a fingernail, forcing Ruiz to decide if he’ll risk searching cars while she controls the clock.

  5. Idea 5: Pull the fire

    Nell slaps the red pull station by the door and the stuttering siren brings lights and the promise of cameras and responders, cornering Ruiz between the people he works for and the kind of attention Calder Freight does not want.

  6. Idea 6: Ruiz’s crack

    Ruiz grabs Nell’s arm for show then leans in and whispers he can stall them if she gives him a name to trade; if she feeds him a lie, she risks burning an ally, and if she tells the truth, she narrows her own exits.

  7. Idea 7: Security wedge

    A building security guard hustles down from P2, drawn by the earlier car alarm, and asks what’s going on; Nell reports attempted coercion at the blue-striped pillar, forcing the men in the grey jackets to present a cover story and putting Ruiz on the spot.

  8. Idea 8: Dead-man’s clock

    Nell says the drive’s contents already auto-uploaded and a scheduled email to a reporter goes out in five minutes unless she cancels from her phone, turning the scene into a negotiation against a ticking clock and pitting Ruiz’s fear for his daughter’s tuition against the timer.

  9. Idea 9: Wrong side of help

    The man in the grey jacket calls Nell by name and cites her SEC work on Halvorsen, saying they’re here to take her to “discuss compliance” on Calder’s behalf and claiming Ruiz set this meet to keep her safe, shifting the threat into a more claustrophobic corporate containment play.

  10. Idea 10: Third party smash

    A sedan from P2 fishtails down the ramp and clips a pillar near Ruiz, showering concrete dust; someone else has found the meet, and in the confusion Nell has to decide whether to use the chaos to vanish or to grab Ruiz and force him to choose a side.

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