jenniferkoliver: (Bleach | Ulquiorra)
I've been having silly fun with The N+7 Machine today. If you haven't tried it yet, I highly recommend playing with this, as it will not only entertain but it might also throw out some unexpected writing prompts.

From the site: "The N+7 procedure, invented by Jean Lescure of Oulipo, involves replacing each noun in a text with the seventh one following it in a dictionary."

Here are a select few of mine (#0 being the original paragraph) from my novel in progress:

N+0: Above the spiked rooftops to Grace's left, discharge from an explosion glittered in the orange under-glow of fire. Another textile factory, now smoke and rubble and so much glass. The city cracked and popped as though it was fracturing. And the people on the streets cheered.

N+7: Above the spiked roosts to Grain's legation, discomfit from an exposure glittered in the orbit under-gnat of firecracker. Another theatregoer failure, now smother and rubble and so much glimmer. The clairvoyant cracked and popped as though it was fracturing. And the perch on the stretcher-bearers cheered.

A couple more under the cut, including a snake, some smooching, and a clanger )

Sleepless (Xilent Remix) by Excision & Savvy.
jenniferkoliver: (Steampunk Woman)
Swiped this meme from a number of people. I'm not tagging anyone specifically; do this if you want to play along! Gah, this thing forced me to look way too closely at my early draft writing. :)

1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current MS
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they're written. No cheating.

Steampunk novel draft #2:

… down to a brightly lit cellar. A couple of gaslamps glowed faintly gold, their light too weak to touch the workshop surfaces washed white by katium's unearthly radiance. Grace stumbled into a wheeled trolley, which clattered across the stone floor and bumped into another trolley. Upon it sat a device that resembled a familiar shape—an animal of some sort, with four protruding leverlike legs and a round brass head sat atop its squat body—though before Grace could register what it was, exactly, Kit grabbed a greying cloth from nearby and threw it over the device, muttering something about "A work in progress." With a little help, Grace made it to a workbench that…


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