Oops, I was bleary eyed Wednesday evening. I forgot to press Publish before going to bed. Hopefully it's still Wednesday somewhere ;)
Word for Wednesday is a challenge that was started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable event with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.
The
general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories,
subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your
creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
In September River will supply us with prompts.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "
The more the merrier" holds true. So
Please,
remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples'
stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this
one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need
encouragement. - - A - - B - - C - -
This Wednesday's prompts:
Conviviality
Adoration
Willpower
Mellow
Gentle
Guitar
And writing happened again.
With the burial of some of the magic people: M-L, Kai, Martine, and more at the Unicorn Farm, I have been thinking over the religious aspects of the magic community.
It is obvious, to me at least, that magic and religion has a whole lot in common.
We are never explicitly told so, but there's a magicians' graveyard out there too; we have a small giveaway in Percy's words in the "Kai"-chapter. "The next time you come here ... you'll come to bury Sandra, or one of you
younger ones". I have it written down more explicitly in a chapter not online -- confusing, I spent a bit of time searching before I realised. At Unicorn Farm there was a minuscule church - chapel would be the right word for it. And every day, whether education was going on or not, there was a short time of adoration ending with a blessing every morning, and sometimes also in the evening.
At home Susan often lacked the willpower to go to church, it was early and Dad really did not like her going. Also the services in the big, old cathedral were stuffy, boring and not a bit uplifting. The choir did all the singing and even prayers or answers from the people. It was more like going to the theatre than to church.
Susan did not know what she really wanted from a church, but these short, early morning worshipping, often accompanied be mellow guitar music, short prayers clad in solemn words with set answers from those present and subtle meanings, spoke much more to her heart.
Often gentle Gylfi led the worship, but now and then a priest from a nearby town came, and when he did, Susan felt the blessing almost physically, like some kind of ancient magic.
There was a feeling of conspiracy and conviviality to these early morning gatherings, and many of the apprentices gathered there to start off the day.
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September 3 question - What are your thoughts on using AI, such as GPChat, Raptor, and others with your writing? Would you use it for research, story bible, or creating outlines\beats?
My answer - No I would not. I do not use AI - I only use it for removing the background from photos, that's all!
All my websearches are followed by the switch -ai to not get any AI generated replies.
I tried using AI for synopses,
structuring of a text, and I even asked it to write one of my Words for
Wednesday
stories for me.
I was not satisfied with the AI's story al all. I found it generic, two-dimensional, and sterile. I got no kick whatsoever from reading it ... The AI did even not perform as requested, as it did not use all the Words.
That's one of the problems with AI. Another is that it's a 'people-pleaser' for lack of better words. It does not like to disappoint us. If it does not have an answer, it invents one - in short it tells us a lie, politely of course, but it's still a lie.
