How to Write better FictionWriting better fiction
Meetings are held on Thursdays from 10:30-12:30. Do you know who you are as a novelist, where you are now and where you want to be? Plot: Create a street card to help you find your way through your work. Speed, storylines and the liberty to drive off the beaten track when your inspirations come.
Make a strong opening. As you bring your personalities to life, inspire your readers and personify your own thoughts. Write prose and use it for describing. Like one creates a feeling for place and ambience and makes plotting possible. Significance of research for the creation of place and originality.
Re-navigating, re-motivating and revitalizing your books to find the endurance that makes it to the end. Keeping an eye on your goals, knowing when you have achieved them and how to achieve a satisfactory and/or sensible end that does your action justice. How to do this?
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In my canteen at the morning bars or in the winter gardens, where I have a view of my gardens and the countryside behind them. I' ve hosted all kinds of activities this past weeks - from How to Get Away with murderer in Cork with Catherine Ryan Howard to host the Insider's Guide to....
I' ve never stood up for the Council: write what you know. I would be glad if I could publish a flaming work!
So what happens when an algorithm is used to help you write sci-fi?
I' m writing tales for a livin'. And I' ve seen how it' s infiltrated numerous professions and handicrafts that often improve the way humans do their work as they walk past the tales. Where is the right tech to make me better at my work? Could an algorithms help me write a better history?
We' ve chosen to write a play in the field of scientific fiction, both for apparent and easily identifiable purposes. At first they came back to me with a set of style guides to make my narrative as similar as possible - they had to be four talking people and a certain percent of the text had to be dialogue.
They then sent me a sentence of 14 precepts resulting from a tutorial named Theme Modelling, which was to determine the key issues and issues of my history. Gamond and Brooke designed a web-based user interfaces that allowed their SciFiQ algorithms to tell me on the content correspondence of the nuclear plane how every detail of my letter corresponded tightly to the detail in my 50 favourite works.
If I entered a name or a sentence and it was more than a little different from what SciFiQ had in mind, it would glow either bright orange or mauve. So I chose what I thought were unbelievable tales.
If that'?s what I have, that could be another tale. It' been a lot more influential than I thought. Which one, I have to say, I like the sensation that you watch us watch in helplessness as far away occur. There was only one lamp on when Anne and Ed intruded. "Profitably and marketably," Anne muttered in approving.
He was sucking out his face with a slight hissing sound and began to grab as quickly as possible without acknowledging Anne or Ed. She had exaggerated her dress for her first outing. Most authors and editors consider what is a stylistic (a recognisable way with words) not what the algorithms regards as a styli.
It' designed to analyse the mean record length, variation in sales length, verb per 100 words and tens of other stats and samples that my history should be following. Pale man Anne replaced the inside of the observer with anti-septic aerosol and wiped the monitor softly with a tissue.
"He said this one here and knocked on the bulb. It was the gleam of the observer that no one looked into Anne's insecure eyes. I was always told to edit anything that ended in lies, and I had to go over the whole thing again and add averbs. Ironically, good sci-fi has many advisers.
I was also informed by the algorithms what percentages of the text should be dialogue and how much of this dialogue should come from feminine people. One per cent of the dialogue could be from a woman's point of views. Forty to fifty per cent of their dialogue is written by women authors, and about twenty per cent by men, even for the crappy standard of men and the story.
I had to make Anne timid and learned, and I had to make all the men around her blushing arseholes. If not, the dialogue numbers would not work. "Profitably and marketably," Anne reiterated. I' m still annoyed about the feminine dialogue. I' ve got to read better sci-fi.
These were the times when kids like Anne, when she was a child, used to wear pyjamas with Glublefring designs frolicking between the twitching flightbirds, and everyone named them The Yonder. In the huge8 room alone, Anne wipes the observer away just to be sure. She put her face in it.
It was not compared to a band that was on stage, or rather 1,564 years ago. Phasmids were holding flares to the waters where a hail of small fish raged on or below the sea floor, and a young woman, a javelin in her hands, awaiting a galactic lacquer.
I had to find the right equilibrium between the "literarity" and the "colloquialism" of a verb. The number of words in my literature was apparently too high, so I had to go through the whole thing and replace words like scorlet with words like rud. ANNIE: Anne wanted to take a closer look.
Tender and timid Anne concentrated on the face of the other lady who held a javelin. At times, a Galactic won't come to the surface for an hour, and when it does, it may offer three seconds of its violet striped cranial bones for a punch. What was she looking at that for? Things had always been happening that made them something to see and preserve.
I had to write about 26% of my history in dialogue, so every case I did a little non-dialogue I knew I had to do it elsewhere with a little speek. She wouldn't mind sneaking into town for 20 mins. Right? But the corpse was already under the twigs, so Anne couldn't say for sure.
It floated over the entire OSC, the Other South Town, temporarily blinded11. The town had 24 million others, more than any other town on earth in 50 years, and that was uncounted, but many lived in the underground mines. The town centre spread arbitrarily even at dusk, with flares over the big alleys, the circuits in nested circuits, the spheres in the spheres that were so typical of the south of the colon.
And Anne returned to the rescued place. Others were still patience awaiting a big one. When she returned to the OSC, she hovered over the coil, the main alley of the largest other town. ANNEMY: Anne just watched. As she broadened her view, she drove into one of the neighbourhoods midway to the Uppertown Stage, or more than half if the town had still been expanding since she last saw it.
It was too romanticized for the College or the general population, who both thought Heisenberg was good for electrons, but not for extraterrestrials who had been killed for 1,500 years and whose remnants had long since decayed to ash by the moment their lighth. It was a double bad taste, because who knew who was looking at us and from where?
Anna saw another other girls, to one side of the gamblers, scanning pages so she pressed in, focussed and intercepted a vertex of text, cutting and pasting it into the archival comparator on the off probability it might be new and viable, in the now mostly illegible other's lib.
ANNEMAN snapped over to the spot where the other kid was looking. She retreated with a wavy hand and they had no way to get away. And he looked up at Anne. "She retrieved the professor's images from the mainframe. She phoned Lee, a fellow student from the postgraduate college who had worked on underground story, and if she remembered it correctly, even something with maschines.
There is this type here - this whole sequence is here - because there had to be four talking people and I needed more dialogue. Usually when I write and have a line I don't like, I work on figuring out the right way to write that line. You mean the jargon sucked? I' ll find a better word or I' ll just truncate the word.
When cutting an adjective at one point, you must insert an adjacent at another point, and inserting that at another point changes the equilibrium of phrase length, heel length, heel length variations, and so on. And Anne recalled. She' got sacked for a leaking spot, even with Lee, even for a tale no one wanted to listen to.
An option to view this algoritm is an edit. She commissions a history with rules and then forces me to write it the way she wants. When I don't do it right, the algorithms make me do it again and again until I do it right. She was still up when Anne, ill from the parade and filled with an undefinable and all-encompassing frustration, was rolling through the porticus of the farm.
They found her in the observation room and watched a new gale rolling violently across the cereal fields and orchards. This was the first one on that date to care what Anne thought. She made her father proud, but she could say that he didn't care so much about the other side - the faraway wonder, a symbol that we weren't alone in the cosmos - as if she could move out now that she had a work.
I' ve chosen the name of the tale. A few things the algorithms couldn't make up their minds. She was alone, more alone than before. "This is how my personal columnist Rich described the whole thing. It was only that there was sunlight that moved through the void, captured by machinery20.