Polydactyly Pirate Pants
I have really got to start writing this thing in the morning. I try not to use my computer as much at night these days, just coming in to check my messages and send off a few. Tonight I sat down to do just that for a few minutes before an early night of reading when I remembered I had to write this. I wasn’t thrilled, but I’ve been doing it for very near to a year at this point, so I got to writing the treasure you have before you.
I’ve threatened to write short fiction here and never done it. The thing that finally got me to was, of course, a new MOO. It’s coming out towards the end of January. Close enough to be a grand Christmas gift.
I’ve been coming up with characters to roleplay there.
Since I’ve got a month to come up with a few I figure I’d do a bang up job of it and write a bit of fiction for each of them. The first is an old man who’s loom is trying to speak to him.
It’s only a few pages, and it has a bit of AI made art assosciated with it.
If you want to read it, here it is.
There are things I do not love about AI art. I do not think it is an artform in and of itself. I feel the same way about AI writing. It is not a thing for producing final words, unless those words are for something as mindless as they are. Not for human consumption, in anycase.
I’ve been using midjourney to help me picture places in these stories, to picture the people, and to inspire them a bit further. I’ve been quite surprised by what it has stirred in me. A misshapen hand made by the AI’s inability to produce reliable digits might make a character polydactyly. A drawing of yet another character might feature pants with two differently colored legs, perhaps they’re a harlequin?
AI art is good for starting things, for kicking you in the butt and reminding you not to worry about making so much. If you’re any good at anything none of the original slimey start should remain for the final product.
It’s like watching television or reading pulp literature to get the juices flowing, like idling your engine in the driveway to move the oil. It’s not art, but it keeps your from stalling.
I’ve threatened to write short fiction here and never done it. The thing that finally got me to was, of course, a new MOO. It’s coming out towards the end of January. Close enough to be a grand Christmas gift.
I’ve been coming up with characters to roleplay there.
Since I’ve got a month to come up with a few I figure I’d do a bang up job of it and write a bit of fiction for each of them. The first is an old man who’s loom is trying to speak to him.
It’s only a few pages, and it has a bit of AI made art assosciated with it.
If you want to read it, here it is.
There are things I do not love about AI art. I do not think it is an artform in and of itself. I feel the same way about AI writing. It is not a thing for producing final words, unless those words are for something as mindless as they are. Not for human consumption, in anycase.
I’ve been using midjourney to help me picture places in these stories, to picture the people, and to inspire them a bit further. I’ve been quite surprised by what it has stirred in me. A misshapen hand made by the AI’s inability to produce reliable digits might make a character polydactyly. A drawing of yet another character might feature pants with two differently colored legs, perhaps they’re a harlequin?
AI art is good for starting things, for kicking you in the butt and reminding you not to worry about making so much. If you’re any good at anything none of the original slimey start should remain for the final product.
It’s like watching television or reading pulp literature to get the juices flowing, like idling your engine in the driveway to move the oil. It’s not art, but it keeps your from stalling.