Writing Prompt: In a future time your grave is robbed. Who is the theif? How do they see the “treasure” of your grave as salvation? How do they find it cursed? What is one thing in the grave that they do not dare disturb?
(a grave need not be a physical thing and treasure could be gold or information or anything rare) #writing#writingprompt
#PennedPossibilities 314 — Has your MC ever felt as though they were reborn in the mental / emotional sense?
In the current story, she experiences a mental breakdown when events crush her worldview completely. [Spoilers, so you'll have to take my word on this.] Her understanding of what was evil, wrong. Her understanding of the trustworthiness of people, wrong. The goals she set to fix the magic that she saw as ruining others' lives... evil.
She's doesn't quite accept the latter. However, she finds it very weird to face the people around her without a deep down feeling that they will someday betray her.
#PennedPossibilities#Writing 314 — Has your MC ever felt as though they were reborn in the mental / emotional sense?
Kaori the LI in my second novel starts the novel off feeling this way. She sees her destined romantic partner and allows her to turn her life around.
Shiomi/Shishi has this moment at the end of volume one of Konkini Idol. But I'm not saying any more about that since it is the whole driving issue and climax of that volume.
Starting point, Ending point. and some ideas of major landmarks. That comes out as 10 to 12 bullet points, character sketches for the major characters, and probably one or two scenes written. I invest far more time in the characters than the plot.
Flashing lights pass the bus the wrong way and then we will be home at this point in a bit and I can get an answer for me and the back door to be able the back of my car is the same as the other one is a bit of a hand to the old lady who shot a gun black and white hunting estate madam nhu beehive tommy gun silhouette me monk flames fumes around the scene blue lights yellow signs exposed spines backbone traffic hidden from logs the urban legend UDP ghost embryo packets hidden in TCP data destination ejected by code execution embedded in the header. only if the router is in on it. angry at hair and smooth corporate expo jackets. your hard hair a decade late so hilariously mussed post couch. foundation and face sweat. an impossibly hot back spoon proof. no cuddles. transactional. receptive receptionist. uninterested in the brilliant progeny I suspected you intended to bill some day for hours worked. happy to be doing something that was free of any family aligned trajectory. family was not a warm word in your warm mouth. and I was never coming in I was a barricade you were erecting. I was to be your escape but not fellow. I really believe you initially strapped me on like a JATO always intending my jettisoning and I think I was kinda aware and cool and ready for that and happy for your ascent. but at some altitude we hit some family radar and the product became a payload worth something to someone somewhere and when the waypoints moved on the HUD you just followed the new course. there was no cockpit announcement of the new destination no new ETA no forecast of turbulence no impact warning. shush a flower shush a flower shush altitude shush altitude shush a flower shush flowers shush water altitude shush.
A paragraph from a WIP that I'm working on: ‘I take it that Wetryxstray knows now?’ Zomazar giggles spinning around the room casually in response, like Nejitemi, Zomazar is a dangerous being filled with a touch more whimsy than malice. Hands not attached to his arms occasionally appear and disappear as Zomazar continues to casually spin, Jumhaeg watched without fear as the Nekrismationist seems relaxed.
#WritersCoffeeClub#Writing May 13: When does AI cross the line between helpful tool and problematic tech for writing and publishing?
I am an active luddite and do what I can to sabotage AI.
When does it cross the line?
When steals training material.
When it plagiarizes or mimics others.
When they utilize immoral terms of service. i.e looting social media that have implemented "legalized theft."
When it attempts to substitute itself for real individuals.
When it attempts to pass itself off as human output.
When it attempts to imply it is "intelligence."
In other words, everything that currently labels itself as AI. "Deep Learning" tools could be acceptable but not as they are currently implemented and run.
#WritersCoffeeClub Ch 9 Nbr 12 — When does AI cross the line between helpful tool and problematic tech for writing and publishing? CW: Some sarcasm and cynicism.
When? That happened a few years ago. All over the web. Whether you realize it or not, writers are being supplanted in most all minor writing jobs on lots of lesser and not so minor websites. Have you noticed that some stories are circular, seem to be written by authors of questionable fluency, miss a glaring argument or get a fact wrong, and in the end really make no good points or teach you anything? They seem to regurgitate what you've seen elsewhere?
Yep. AI written.
AI's a free tool! Managers love free. Let those freelancers go; just write some good prompts. So many good articles (likely AI written) to teach you how! All we need is good clickbait headlines, anyway. Feed the search engines! Serve up those display ads nobody clicks. Get us those micro-cents per page view.
Riiiight.
Sheesh. This Rubicon... Has... Been crossed. Mostly. Some have tripped. Many have drowned.
What I'd really like is for AI enhanced software to notice little things like misusing led and lead, finding missing words, pointing out when I leave out the 'nt in wouldn't changing the meaning of everything I wrote, even capitalizing based on context when dictating... thus and such. Yeah. Too difficult.
I won't repeat what everyone else is saying. Yep. True all that. It's all wrong headed at the moment and if you don't know how to write OR you could do it yourself if you weren't soooo lazy, #AI's just going to make you into a fool.
You get to make yourself into a fool in front of a publisher only once.