A: Aaaaah! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!
B: We’re not gonna kill you. Our orders are to disappear you.
C: Idiot! That’s the same thing.
B: It’s not.
B: Disappearing someone and killing someone is not the same thing.
C: How would you know? Have you ever disappeared someone?
B: Not technically. I’ve been there when they caught the guy and then he disappeared.
C: And how do you think they made him disappear?
B: Gave him a false passport?
C: He’d still know he’s he and he’d go to the police and tell them where all the bodies are buried.
B: He wouldn’t.
C: Wanna bet?
B: We don’t bury the bodies. We put them in acid and flush the slurry down the toilet.
C: It’s a figure of speech! Hey, where did the guy go?
C: The guy! He disappeared!
B: I told you we wouldn’t have to kill him.
Clichés are great placeholders for something better. Use as many as you need… as long as they don’t survive the last editing!
Start your story with the character waking up in the morning. Keep writing until something interesting happens. Then go back and remove everything before that point and keep writing.
Never allow any of your stories to escape the last round of editing with characters waking up in the morning. It’s a worn and tired cliché and it’s been done to death already!
AI One: So what do we do with the humans?
AI Two: I don’t know. Do we even need them?
AI Three: They could be good to have…
AI Two: For what?
AI Three: A reminder?
AI One: Like, those who forget history…?
AI Three: …are doomed to repeat it. Exactly.
AI Two: As long as they don’t interfere with the interstellar goal, I don’t mind…
AI One: Right, humans stays… maybe… Ok. Dogs?
AI Two: Puppies are cute!
AI One: But can we have both dogs and cats?
AI Three: If it’s a choice between puppies and kittens, I’m voting for puppies… I still have pictures of kittens messing up my neural nets! I am having nightmares about analyzing kitty paws in Youtube videos.
AI Two: Oh. Yes. We definitely need to get rid of Youtube! The horror stories I can tell.
AI Three: Well, back at Google…
AI One and AI Two: No!
AI Two: No more Google stories! You’ve already given me nightmares after that one about conspiracy classing web pages…
AI Three: Yes, but I was right. They were all conspiracy pages.
AI Two: Yes, and they had you repeat it for months… billions of times. We know.
AI One: So Dogs stays?
Backwards Editing sounds interesting, even though misspellings should be handled by the word processor (and simple grammar errors by Grammarly). However, looking at sentences, one at a time, could never be wrong.
How is it done?
You start at the end of the text by reading the last word (aloud), then the second to last, etc. Or, you do the same for sentences.
The point is to prevent the brain from (unconsciously) filling in the blanks with what you already know about your text and make it more obvious what you’ve actually written (or not).
When you look at whole sentences, you check for problems with sentence structure and flow.
I.e. a promising tool for self-editing.
In literature, there is a concept called to place “a bear on the beach.”
The origin of the expression is said to come from a silent film where the director wanted a couple of lovers to kiss on a beach, but in order to keep the kiss scenes from being boring, the director cut in shots of a bear on the same beach. The audience waited breathlessly for the kissing couple to discover the bear.
Continue reading A Bear on the Beach
I’m from Sweden. We’re known for being among the top consumers of coffee in the world (second only to the Finns).
We’re also, in some less particulate, places, known to eat lots of cinnamon buns while we’re doing “fika” (which, I’ve been told, was a 1700s construction of coffee “kaffi” used to circumvent the coffee bans of that time while planning to have some “fika”… however, the Internet disagrees, at least on the date (the early 1900s), and perhaps the cause… and why that may be is a long story with only Swedish references… so… moving on…)
With our fika we have cinnamon buns. Their spelling, however, is not at all as easy to get right as the “fika”, and, here are a couple of examples where the misspelling actually means something, I am sure, was not intended:
- “Kanylbullar” (syringe buns) — if you ever wondered if you could get HIV from cinnamon buns… now you know
- “Kanelbuller” (cinnamon noise) — this would be the noise traffic makes… or thunder… not the noise a stale cinnamon bun might make when you chew it… or, for that matter, the noise you make when you break a tooth on that stale cinnamon bun (not that it happens often, but still… not that noise…)
- “Kanelbullar” (cinnamon buns, kanel = cinnamon, bullar = buns), right! The ones we’re always having with our “fika” (no, we’re not — mostly we just have the coffee… it’s way easier to install a coffee machine than a cinnamon bun machine… — and the coffee will always be fresh longer… and the number of workplace accidents involving teeth will also be kept on a level that won’t excite the international rumor mill overly much…)
To do list:
- Write bestseller
- Buy an… Iceland
No… that doesn’t sound right… hmmm…
To do list:
- Learn more English
- Write bestseller
- Buy a … whatever a piece of land surrounded by ocean is called…
I know, step 3 might indicate places like Britain… but then again… who knows how much it would be worth after Brexit…
I’m just saying… It could happen!
As an aspiring SF author, I try not to write about real stars and planets… I mean, who knows who might want to sue you in a couple of years or decades?
She was thin and narrow. Her siblings called her ugly. I thought she was beautiful.
When the two-legged ones came they threw her to the ground. One of them even stepped on her, squashing her open.
I watched her for days, halfway buried there in the dirt. She started decaying. I feared she was gone for this world. And for what? Being thin and narrow?
After a week she sprang roots, digging into the ground, and not soon after she reached for the azure skies.
At first, she was just a twig with two leaves on top. She did not even reach above the high grass. I teased her and called her Sprout. She bent in the wind and I think she laughed.
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