Literary Auto-tune

Byles_waggoner

I have found that the mass produced literature today mimics the auto tune environment in music. I think that AI is going to exacerbate the situation.

I have written and edited my own novel and I have made explicit decisions in the way I approached my writing.

I have other things I find myself leaning into as time goes along, but these are my main items.

  1. Chehkov is ONLY for short stories, for anything longer than a novella or novelette, Chehkov’s gun has diminishing returns.
  2. The way adverbs are being treated as unnuanced fillers is a disservice to adverbs, there is a reason why adverbs were developed and stuck around. They give nuance where another word does not.
    “I took off at in a headlong barreling barely controlled sprint, ending in finishing first as my backside cleared the tape just millimeters ahead of the second place as I tumbled to first place.”
  3. Pacing is intentional… and should mirror something, in my case it mirrors my mundane human to cosmic myth journey, gaining speed as the mythology deepens.
  4. AI does not understand how to make a nuanced complex narrative. AI has trouble putting complexity in more than a couple of sentences.

I have other things I find myself leaning into as time goes along, but these are my main items.

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