Nov. 24th, 2015 11:48 am
The corpus I'm using for NaNoGenMo at the moment includes, amongst other things:

NaNoWriMo novel 2002 - The One Inch Drift. Set in a town where it is always snowing, but only for an inch. Weird things happen.

NaNoWriMo novel 2003 - The Volcano of Utteer. Set underneath a volcano, with characters including a postbox and a leaf, and all kinds of strange creatures they meet under the volcano.

NaNoWriMo novel 2004 - This one mostly took place in one room, then everyone else in the world had vanished.

My Monochrome BBS diary. I'm enjoying reading bits of this again. My younger self was quite amusing, but some of it makes so little sense to me now, that it could almost have been auto-generated.
I put on my winter coat and there in the pocket was a map of Hafnarfjörður, and I wondered, as I wandered around Richmond Park, whether there might be signs of elves there too.

I walked through leaves and hid inside trees, and got covered in mud when dogs jumped up to greet me, and parakeets squawked and crows meandered, and in the distance I could see the Trellick Tower.

I walked back to Richmond after that, and ate a cherry bakewell ice-cream.

Now I am home again, playing with Markov chains:

It was then that I felt more cheerful, as we swapped tales about our lives and listened to songs about Southampton. "It's great to be back too."

Read more... )
No-one spoke, just continued looking at a safe distance and neatly followed him inside the cage but you know, stops it from the growth of flowers, I tell you. I have lots of tall grass and broken mirrors.


Nov. 4th, 2015 07:35 am
This year, I'm attempting to participate in NaNoGenMo, which is National Novel Generation Month, where the aim is to generate a novel in the month of November.

I've started off attempting to play with simple markov chains, using a corpus of bits of previous novels I have written.

Here's a bit of the output so far:

"It started with a banging of a boy whose hair resembled dried flowers. The things she remembers the gate at the sea cabbage¿ he asked. ¿No!¿ I said, remembering her story, ¿you should show me where the smell of wood grain moving closer to the hay barn, he had said them.. The girl with the green coat, pulls her back, not wanting her to wear something that is full of sleeping people, none of those things, and they can't, he is with him that she can tell just by the council and surprisingly free. Tumbling out from the windows quite well if it were a team derived from seeing words on a cardboard box, and he wonders where the people are, they pass through a tunnel, but it is some comfort."

I'm aiming to try different techniques and mix up text in different ways as the month goes on.


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