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A few weeks ago, I asked for a second set of eyes to help me read and review my stories for grammar. It's helped tremendously but today I have to make some edits to many of my existing stories, or edit unpublished ones that are written and that is boring.
I also have some real life things I NEED to actually complete.
What I WANT to do is write. It's cathartic and enjoyable. The problem I have been having lately is Analysis Paralysis.
This is really almost as bad as having no inspiration but not quite as bad as having no motivation to write. I can easily fix the lack of inspiration by reading new stories. I won't copy their idea but they will trigger thoughts and directions and that is why I vowed to try and read as much as I write when I began this journey as an author on SOL.
I have yet to cure lack of motivation. The evidence is I am writing a blog when there is a stump outside I need to remove and I need to register for college classes and I've had trouble doing school work, working and getting time to do what I want - write.
As an aside, I am crazy old but I decided to go back and finally get the degree that I should have had. At first, I was going to get an MBA because my retirement plan is "Work until the day I die. I'll ask my boss if I can leave early around 3pm, so I can get embalmed/cremated for my funeral later that evening."
Then I took actual business classes and the world MAY have worked the way they say it does. "Oh, okay...wages will go up with the cost of living because competition? Lol."
When you realize one company owns over 50% of the products in your grocery store, or the pharmacy owns the insurance company, the clinics, the manufacturer, etc and the distribution chain of your medications it's an oligarchy/monopolistic market with price fixing where the game is so rigged they can just squeeze and squeeze your ass tighter and tighter, the macroeconomics lessons become quaint fantasies. All nine car rental companies pretend to compete but are owned by three companies at most.
However, when you realize that those massive juggernauts that bought all their competitors and the distribution chain to prevent competition, price fix and reduce service levels and costs and raise prices with the handful of competitors they have yet to buy it's still modeled in the books. It's supposed to be regulated but they bought those regulators and staffed them with their own people, as well.
What isn't in the books I read was that the controlling interest of those juggernauts like Microsoft, Google, and Apple are owned by two private equity firms. They don't give one turd on a Saturday that you chose Coke over Pepsi. They own them both. They make money no matter what you choose. Some private equity firms buy American companies, saddle them with the cost of being bought and then make them pay rent back to the private equity firm until they go into massive debt so they can declare bankruptcy and transfer the debt/sell off the best parts of the company. Then they buy those profitable segments with another company at a fraction of what they were worth without debt.
I'd love to teach people about that, but the book says they can't happen or doesn't model the scenario - so fuck the book. The billionaire who pays his friend's wife 100K to paint a turd on a painting can donate it to their non profit art gallery and write it off. His buddy can do the same for him. They rigged money laundering and tax loopholes in a way that is beyong criminal. I would not be teaching that in my syllabus.
I am working on a Masters in History. Unfortunately, the billionaires don't want us to teach that truthfully, either. My plan is to give back as an adjunct professor and do my best to tell the truth as I understand it, anyway.
Instead of accomplishing that lofty goal this afternoon, I am not editing. I am not even writing my dirty stories. I am sitting here writing a blog about writing.
A week ago, I asked for someone to apply as "Muse". I needed a fan of my writing who I could show ideas and who would help me overcome my Choice Paralysis. They could even help shape the direction the stories go in with creative feedback. The editing help I receive is from people kind enough to read my work that aren't really into my work.
I have 1,150 followers on Storiesonline, but not one taker who likes my work enough to want an advanced copy and seriously apply for the job. The responses I got were mostly generic "Write whatever you want".
I have dozens of "Write whatever you wants" that aren't finished on my hard drive and many are because I began by writing by the seat of my pants. I had no plan or outline and I just started writing. It can be fun to do and it can turn out in an unexpected way. Outlines can spoil the surprise for me and I lose interest in writing the ending because I know how it ends. This is especially true of Aunt Scarlet, New Foal, Sailor Moo, Spanksgiving and Girl Scout Cookies which have been sitting way too long without conclusion. I do plan to finish those but I could use a muse to look at them and help push me toward the end.
I put them aside in part because I had inspiration to write, just not THAT story. If I try to write a story I am not feeling then I tend to rush it and tack on an ending and that doesn't help anyone.
Even worse than in having no inspiration to write is wanting to write a different story.
In the immortal words of England Dan and John Ford Coley "It's sad to belong when the right one comes along".
I have these new ideas that I will give you a short synopsis about that I do want to write. I realize I should finish the existing stories but sometimes I write a short story to help get it out of my system. (Short story is a relative term of me, most of my "Short Stories" end up being twelve chapters or more).
If I have too many ideas, I tend to MERGE them into one story. Embarrassed Nude Female (ENF) with reluctant nude girls, and CMNF (Clothed Males around Nude Females) are my preferred genre. I do tend to focus on other kinks, power dynamics, but those type of stories are what turn my screw.
Merging two story ideas is usually a huge mistake. As an example, I have this idea:
THE MAD SCIENTIST/PLAYING DOCTOR:
I have had it in many iterations, but the general idea is that the storyteller gets to perform little experiments on a female(s).
A good example, would be the older sister is in Pre-Med and she isn't babysitting but when mom and dad are gone, she's in charge of her younger brother. She might have him jerk off and studying his cum as she feeds him more and more soy, or test how he gets hard based on certain stimuli. She might zap his cock with a little shock, or even stick something up his butt to stimulate his prostate and measure the output of semen and frequency he can get it up.
There are a thousand ways that can go, and types of tests she could conduct. The general idea would be early on in the story she is caught by the very intelligent parents, who decide the proper punishment is for him to turn the tables and use her as a lab rat. They point out that doing it in private was dangerous, so he'll submit his hypothesis to them and they'll review it.
Then I have this idea about getting caught playing doctor with my cousins that is basically a true story. My Aunt once walked in and caught us and said "UNDERWEAR STAYS ON, SHERRY!" and closed the door rather than punish us. "If you want to go without underwear, you'll come in the living room and stand in front of your aunts and uncles with your undies around your ankles!" she warned.
That's a very different scenario. I have combined them both and they may end up being over the top and not nearly land as well as if they were treated on their own.
I have thought about more of an advanced science experiment one where weights are used to stretch labia, and nipples and that would drastically change the tone of the story. The reason behind the participation is also going to change the dynamic drastically.
Imagine a fun bimbo where the story blindfolded her and snapped his fingers at various angles around her head. Maybe, he poked her bare back simultaneously with two toothpicks, asking her to identify if she felt one point or two, demonstrating how her nerve endings clustered. She giggles and agrees to participate and it escalates versus a Goth chick who loves danger answering a personal ad and being unimpressed by his caution.
Authentic Femdom
I have wanted to write real femdom for a while. The problem is that when you write femdom there are some man babies who are going to come out of the woodwork to bomb your story score and hassle you. They have little power in the real world, so to them this is their way of protecting their virginity/manhood, I guess.
They can't just accept different strokes for different folks, see the story code is not for them and leave it alone. I suspect they have ready made troll accounts to bomb vote stories as "punishment". I have known several new authors who wrote good Femdom that were ran off by the welcome they got here from the toxic trolls. 99.9% of SOL isn't shit, but that.1% vocal group is loud and annoying.
Most Femdom does BDSM and power exchange relationships a tremendous dis-service. Men are traditionally raised we have to be in charge in the bedroom. We can't let go, we need control. We have to be the shade tree that stands tall, not the willow that bends. We pick where to go for dinner on the date and have a plan. We are head of household, etc.
It goes against that training to submit, and submission is often seen as a weakness because of making yourself vulnerable. This is where most BDSM relationships fail - the inability to trust the other person to make decisions for us. The inability to put the happiness or pleasure of someone else over ours. It's often cast as "I get pleasure from giving pleasure" but in the best case, service is really "I don't do this to get off, I do this to get you off. I don't do this to make me smile, I do this to make you smile. Your happiness is important to me."
You do not have to be a doormat and shouldn't be one. You do not have to be a depressing debbie downer that lives as a maid. You can have a great life as a submissive if you truly want to be one. The problem is the idea of placing the woman on a pedestal and truly living for happiness is so difficult for many men to process they have to write blackmail or submission as a consequence of their infedility that is forced upon them.
Most Dommes are written as cartoon nymphomaniacs that make Snidely Whiplash and his top hat/mustache evil seem like Ned Flanders. They are motivated to fuck anyone but the submissive and treat them like a worm.
This is a powerful fantasy and I get it. I really do. What I have discovered is that is a fantasy, not the reality.
If you wrote the fantasy story in reverse with the man in charge, it would come across as him being a narcissistic, selfish asshole. The same men that get off on the powerful woman would find the man's actions reprhensible and there is a reason why.
They are, no matter what your gender. It's not a healthy, sustainable relationship to be blackmailed into doing this.
Most dominant women that I know of are far more complex and they might fuck others but that's not the goal. Sex is a byproduct of this relationship, not the goal. They want to polish their husband and make him the man they always wanted to be. That is rarely feminization.
I once knew a Domme that told her husband she wasn't turning him into a woman. "Women have power, and are beautiful. You can't pass as a woman and you would be embarrassing for me to take into public like this. I am feminizing you, not transforming you. I want you to shave your hairs smooth, paint your nails, make yourself smell nice, trim your nails and paint them, apply make up, wear heels and all the things that women have to do to look good for you so that you can appreciate how much we go through."
That I can believe.
There was this guy BydaSea on here who wrote a semi-autobiographical story. I am sure there was some truth to it but not all of it. No one could write misery and humiliation like him because of the way he seemed to languish in it. However, even his story lacked some of what I think most women in these relationships find works for them.
They don't want to yell or deal with a brat. They don't want to punish. They don't do protocol all the time.
What's the one thing thing common to most maledom relationships? Sir and Ma'am? No clothes or at the vey least no panties?
You won't find many female dommes that want their man skidmarking his jeans and getting cum stains without undies on between them.
It's far more likely to be a cute apron with his ass hanging out than nude at home. It's far more likely she wants him to actually put on a fucking clean shirt when they go out to eat without being told to do so, than she wants him in a skirt or panties.
Don't get me wrong, there are some couples where the guy is on board with being transformed anyway, and it works for them. Forced feminization to remove his swaggering masculinity is a powerful fantasy. My experience has been she'd rather he open doors for her, draw her a bath and give her the gift of silence without talking as she decompresses as he attends her in the bath.
I started writing a healthy, happy relationship with two friends that are domme who came at it for different reasons but similar outcomes. The problem is that I want to do ENF/CMNF and so I started to slip that into the story, perhaps subconsciously because the pace of a real life scenario like that would be hard to sustain interest.
"If this works for our husbands, and they are attentive, cheerful, don't feel the need to talk over us anymore, and can trust us to know what's best, why shouldn't we teach our sons to be that way?"
Not in a sexual context. I am talking about how in just by giving girls "Dolls" and Boys "Action Figures" and defining what is expected of them, concepts like "Women's work" and the ambition to be a good wife/mother and domestically trained, people have had different rules for females and males in the house.
A great illustration is in the 1960s, Milton Bradley's Battleship game featured the caption "Fun for the whole family"
Dad and son are playing a strategic game of naval battles and mathematical prediction that sharpens their analytical puzzle solving abilities.
The mom and sister are smiling and observing from the kitchen while polishing dishes.
That was the ONE drawing they had to tell families that this was fun for all of them?
Writing authentic stores from my part, mixed with hypothetical is probably 90% of my writing but merging several ideas into one stories can get confusing and lose focus. It's a fine line between writing yourself into a corner because you don't know where to go next after the initial scene.
Example, What if the moms decide that the girls should be in charge when they aren't home, pick out their sons wardrobes because they dress like colorblind dickheads that can't coordinate their own outfits. What if they decide that boys dont need modesty but girls do (The opposite of many of my stories).
The problem is that those are two very different stories. One is probably far more fantasy based.
I've also had some other ideas. I'll share two of them with you.
"I am a glutton for punishment, obviously"
Years ago, I met a joyful British woman that I can only describe as "Cheeky" because American words don't do justice. She's the kind of woman that will flash her tits for a "laugh" and has never met a stranger.
She's very self-deprecating and she will say "There's nothing anyone can say to hurt me, that I've not said about myself. I know am a great gobby cow and the town bike. Anyone can have me for a wink and a whistle, but who would?"
If you don't hear the smile in her voice when she says that, you'd think this is a depressed woman with really low self-esteem. It landed as a joyful celebration that she's not perfect, not trying to be, doesn't want to have smoke blown up her arse about ow she's not fat when she's got eyes and a mirror (her words), and is flirty right in front of her husband without fear he'll lose interest in her.
I have written two versions of her over the years. Joy Crump in "My Sons Dared Me" is close.
https://storiesonline.net/s/28287/my-sons-dared-me
I have another I took down that I should repost where she decides "Right, off with your knickers...today we are taking snaps around the house" to her daughters. "You'll thank me later. Jack takes great pics and before you lot get old and saggy and move away, we'll have these to share and you'll want to see what you had before your fat arses spread like mine."
I adore the cheeky Janet character from Two Pints of Lager and a packet of crisps television show. I wrote her like that.
It wasn't quite what I was going for though. I wanted someone who truly reveled in it and found it hard (impossible) to say no.
I placed her in small town Georgia in the deep south with her daughter. She was a single mum at an early age, kicked out by her parents and roamed around with no homebase until arriving here. Her point is that no one would ask her to marry her, because she's not been serious about it, and she's not brought it up. "Most men would spread me like jam on a biscuit, but neat eat me, much less marry me."
One guy who is a total sad sack asks her to marry him as a joke. She is way out of his league physically. She has a hard time saying no.
Her very serious mother-in-law to be thinks she is up to something -maybe a green card. She isn't willing to admit the adult son that lives at home and hasn't dated anyone before isn't a catch out loud but she doesn't believe this woman could want him.
The self-deprecation confuses the family, and she says things like "i am a glutton for punishment, obviously" as a figure of speech but coupled with her inability to say no, and her "Crack on and muddle through" cheeky attituded, leads to the mother in law testing just how far she'll go to be with her son.
The problem is that I go back to the first idea of science experiments and think "Wow, I could probably have the mother in law humiliate the sexy Judy Landers-look-alike daughter in law with the bright and shiny bimbo attitude. Then when I get tired of that, I could have the smart family member ask her to be his lab rat.
"May as well add that to my resume as well...what do i have to do?"
I could go back to the story above this and make the mother-in-law be a domme without officially calling herself that, and exert control over her adult sons much like a ball busting fantasy domme would. She my not have the default title of mistress, but a dynamic hold over the house as the matriarch.
GOING DUTCH
I like this title. It can mean a lot of things to a lot of people.
The other idea I've been futzing with is an authentic NL story. Most of my stories are set in the United States and a few in the UK. I don't know the UK very well but well enough.
I've been to Netherlands and Belgium, but not long enough to really know it. I've met many Scandinavians over the years, Finnish, Swedes, and I've found that Dutch people are different and while they aren't technically Scandinavian, it's hard to ignore that many Dutch men women are super tall blondes much like their northern cousins. It's just like Belgians. The Flemish near the border of NL are hard for me to tell the difference.
If you told a Texan, their BBQ is the same as Saint Louis or South Carolina they'd be offended. The southern accent from mid Tennessee is very different from mid-Georgia. To most outsiders, it's probably hard to tell the difference.
I can tell.
If a British person doesn't speak very posh, or like Michael Caine, I generally couldn't tell you where they are from. I have been confused by people from South Africa and thought THEY were British, so I have no fucking clue.
The Dutch stereotype (to me) is there are more direct, pragmatic and cost conscious. Many Scandinavians take a very enlightened view of nudity. The sauna culture in Germany is that many saunas have a strict nudity policy and
they are co-ed. Co-ed changing rooms, etc. In other places like Finland or Sweden it's not always the case but culturally most of think bathing suits are oddly sexual and unhygienic.
The opportunity to create an ENF/CMNF story is there by having an American(s) visit their Dutch relatves, who may even be living in the states.
In Lake Worth area of Florida, there is a huge Finnish community. I was picturing maybe a brother and sister arriving for the summer and they go to the beach in the 1970s. I used to go to the beach with my aunt and i remember her telling me and my cousins to strip off at the shower on the little walkway between beach and parking lot to wash up.
"Eddie, I am not having you in a wet suit in the back of my car spreading your sandy ass all over my seat cushions! We do this all the time, and nobody out here gives a shit. You don't have anything between your legs to hide that anyone out here wants to see...now, if you are worried about anyone laughing at you, talk back to me again and tell me you aren't doing something. You aren't so big I can't take your britches down and spank that flat ass of yours out here in front of everyone!"
A good old fashioned ENF story where they really think Americans are the ones that are far too repressed uptight. She might get pushback from some ninny and say "If you don't like it, don't look but mind your own business, please."
In the 1970s, the "Girls Don't Need modesty" applied to both genders. They could run around in the sprinklers in just panties or nothing at all in the front yard, slip and slide in the plastic pool, and no one was shocked. Gym Shorts were short-shorts. Bras were rare and nipples poking through tight little green tube tops that just wrapped around the chest on a hot day weren't scandalous. Buying a bra for a girl with little tits would have been like buying pants for a dog to hide it's dick.
I could write an authentic ENF story, but the ideas above start matriculating into this one. I could see the story not having enough juice without some predicament and getting dull. In the scenario I described, nothing happened.
I saw my cousin's bald, hairless pussy, and engorged clit and thought she had a very tiny penis. I hadn't even seen a Playboy at that point as a frame of reference. I even said that and she blushed, and my aunt told me that my wiener wasn't that much bigger and to stop staring at each other and get in the back of the car. "You know what she's got, she knows what you got. Mystery solved, now let's get home, chores need to be done before your Uncle gets home."
I think writing stories from my own experiences adds authenticity, but the problem is that they just aren't as exciting without a little extra "What if?" thrown in.
So now that you know what Eddie's thinking about cooking, feel free to write to me with your own take/preference. Most of the time, by the time i start publishing a story, it's been written and I am just editing. If you want to be in the creative pipeline and you don't want to write, here is your opportunity to be an armchair quarterback.
I began this email to a friend but I thought I'd share it. I have a few other ideas in the hopper, but this is enough to get the ball rolling.
I have written many posts about AI writing.
I have mixed feelings about it. I do not want to press a button and get a story. I want to create and breathe life into characters.
I definitely don't want to press a button and get a shitty story.
Poor plot, scaffolding present tense with em-dashes every fourth word.
"Jimmy - leaned back, not missing a beat -breathless. He looked to the window yonder - with baited breath about -what the future -held."
Fuck you, AI.
How on earth are you going to go full Skynet, Take every job from customer service to programming, mass surveil the entire United States population, fully autonomous weapon systems, and yet you can't write a story that could get a dick hard in a whore house?
Think about this; Companies are spending billions to automate shit with a tool that frequenly can't tell how many R's are in Strawberry.
Unless they specifically patch it, Most AI when asked "Hey, I parked my car 100 feet from a car wash. Should I get out and walk or drie over if I need a car wash" will tell you to walk.
(And leave your car)
And if you come back to the SAME session after it realizes the mistake, it will tell you to do it again and glibly promise it can do it.
One day, AI will be there and we won't be able to tell if it's good writing OR Ai.
Write now, I can't tell if it's shitty writing or AI.
Think about this, as well;
This site had to put up AI detection on submissions to apply the code "AI Generated" so people can put it in our exclusions list. It's not so we can more readily find the "Good Shit".
AI has some uses. I use it to help me brainstorm, and research the story world. I use it to help me rephrase something that sounds stupid. I use it (Sparingly) to help identify issues that MS Word is too dumb to find.
I made the mistake of buying Quillbot. It shits if you give it too many characters to review and was a huge waste of money. It's basically just gimped AI.
AI from major services is largely G-rated. In 20+ years when it's the only source of information and we eradicated our public schools and news servies, the few billonaires that own it will be able to create a sugar-sweet world of sanitized content.
Want help writing the next Roots? Fuck you, Alex Haley. You have themes of slavery, brutality, and systemic oppression through racism. That's a big no-no. You can't talk about that stuff.
Want to set your story in a fictional world like Handmaid's Tale or Planet of the Apes to hold a lens up to society and show what could be in extreme conditions?
AI Will tell absolutely not, because you are being unfair to the talking apes by casting them as villains.
Stephen King Horror? You can forget it.
There are ways to get around it (A bit) but it always over corrects and to be honest, it turns out shit anyway.
Today, I saw another AI generated story that made it past the filter. It had such a cool premise. I only wisht he author didn't think they were the savior of the Internet by filling it with shitty writing.
Yesterday, I quoted Hank Hill on Christian Rock. "You aren't making Christianity better. You are making Rock and Roll, worse."
AI kinky erotic stories, is an oxymoron.
You can create them, but they are so low quality that it's tough to read.
I would encourage any AI author out there who is using it to automate the entire story to consider using it to help you with brainstorming, spell check, research but write it yourself. It's so much more satisfying. It's like automating fucking.
Yes, you can do that but the fucking part is actually the best part.
Images, Videos, Music are an entirely different ball game. Each is progressing differently. It seemed like uncensored AI went backward a few months ago.
Things I used to have no problem creating now are either so cost prohibitive or simply shittier.
The websites that make it easy are getting greedy.
The appliccations like ComfyUI are built by sadists. "Okay, it's a one click installl"
"Then why is it a 30 minute video?"
"Well, first you have to install 9 other things, compile them, and of course maintain those versions. Now, if you want to run this, you'll need to open a web page and remember this URL. If you close the console you'll lose your generation. Oh, okay, you finished the 9 things? neat, now find the right VAE, Safetensor, and then you can finally start downloading Rube Goldberg style workflows that require you to enter data in 10 different places and don't screw up!! hahahh"
Or you could pay a shit-ton to a website that lets you type it on one place and use a clean UI without any install.
One day, someone will finally figure out the point of AI was that you could automate stuff and that includes the install process.
I guess they forgot we used to just double click on an icon and all that stuff got installed.
It reminds me of when text messaging came along.
I said "But, I'd rather talk to someone. Now, I have to type a short message bereft of context from tone of voice and body language? It takes me longer to type it than say it."
"Yeah, isn't it wonderful? and we can charge you for each text you send!"
Brought to you by the people who made water so toxic you'd never get it from your tap and will pay 5 dollar per bottle or buy an expensive water filter.
End of Eddie's rant. (Not written by AI)
I have a need for a Muse to bounce story ideas off of. If this interests you, I would ask that you understand what I am asking for. Reading for inspiration and my own experiences often cause me to stagnate. I need a Muse to bounce ideas off of that understands the type of stories I write and to help me zig when I should zag. I need inspiration.
That's not an easy thing to do, so let me provide some background for this job description.
The pay = more stories from Eddie. If that's worthless to you, then you might want to pass on this opportunity. However, it may also inspire you to write. If you've thought about writing but never taken the plunge, the bonus compensation is that I may inspire you. We may mutually expand and benefit from each others experience.
If you are an existing writer and you have read my stuff, and want to collaborate. I am definitely open to that.
I do not expect to write a story back and forth round robin style. As fun as that can be, it can also turn out shitty and even cause problems in a friendship when the story goes off the rails.
I also do not expect you to write a story for me. I do not expect you to edit for me. That's an entirely different post and unrelated. I can always use a second set of eyes on my stories, but what I am asking for is more in the creative story crafting realm.
I do not do external email (for many reasons). I would paste as text into email on SOL and show you a draft of a story. Then I would ask for your feedback.
I told someone yesterday when providing feedback to them on their story "You have to decide who your story is going to be when it grows up."
What I meant by that is that it was all over the place. In an effort to avoid plodding exposition at the start of the story, it had gone the opposite route of just zooming past details that would serve as a foundation for the story. I try not to write like a book report from the 4th grade.
"Hello, my name is Daniel. I am 32. My hair is brown and one day..."
I usually try to pick the most interesting point in the story and begin then and then flashback to how it all began, or just pick a logical starting place that is going to hold a reader's interest. Then I start sliding details into the dialogue that are context clues so that I can tell you things without telling you them.
As an example:
"What's up Katie?"
"Your father and I have been married for 12 years, when are you going to call me Mom?" Katie brushed her long brown hair without looking away from her pretty face in the mirror at her vanity. "And while you are at it, learn to knock! Get out of here, David. I am naked."
Right there, you know that Mom's name is Katie, she's naked, she's pretty, shes been married 17 years and isn't the other character's biological mom. She doesn't want them seeing them naked but isn't freaking out about it. They just seem mildly annoyed.
I know how to tell a story. My general approach is to pretend I am sitting next to someone at a bar and talking to them as the storyteller. I like the "No shit, so there I was..." approach to starting a story.
I can always use help with the actual story telling techniques that I use but this role of Muse really isn't about teaching me to show instead of tell.
It is about helping me to decide what my story will be when it grows up.
It's also not the hardest job. The hardest job is editing.
The HARDEST part of providing content is related to editing. I had a lot of people respond to my request for an editor a few months ago. It was so reassuring. I don't do outside email services (for many reasons) and so i can either paste a draft in email or ask that you read my published story and send me back the chapter and title and the offending phrase with the correction.
Your going to school.
You're going to school.
It's tedious, but it works as a way to fix those things. It takes discipline to set aside time to polish turds and make them shine. I've used VBA, AI, MS Word, Grammarly, Quillbot etc, nothing beats old fashioned eye-ball and brain.
The problem is that I can read it a thousand times and since I know what's supposed to be there, I will miss some obvious things. It's the biggest time sink and creativity killer of them all. I have dozens of stories on what I guess is a story graveyard that will never get published simply because they are too exhausting to edit. I'll tell you my comma splice story in another blog post one day as an example.
So, while I can use help with story crafting techniques and editing, I want to be clear that's not the focus. The focus is creativity.
How to tell a story that is grammatically correct and filled with word pictures that takes the reader on a journey with me and make them see the sights I wrote, smell the aromas, feel the touch of the girl in the backseat for the first time, experience the emotions viscerally are all hugely important.
I could do those things super well and still have a problem. I told myself years ago that I would only write if I read as much as I wrote. This is not to steal ideas from other authors. I might get inspired by an idea and combined with my own experiences and stories I could craft a cool story.
My lifetime of perverted experiences ranging from failures to what-could-have-beens, to times I actually don't think anyone would believe they really happened to me has been my muse.
I worked in titty bars, I have been involved in local BDSM communities, I've been to naturist resorts, I've met hot wives and people who lead kinky lives and had conversations with them that inform my writing to this day. I sprinkle in crazy ex-girlfriends and strippers I used to know to add some authenticity to characters. I've known whores that lived in motels and their daughters and sons told me stories about the reality of what their "normal" is like. I love writing stories about someone's "normal" being different from my normal.
I don't do abuse or tragedy. I had a DEAR friend who has been a muse for years write to me and tell me a fantastic story that sounded familiar. He doesn't get to write very often but no one has been so bang on with their assessment of my writing than him. His story involved a girl who loved to fuck and often arranged scenarios where she'd end up butt ass naked on top of him "Oopsie" even though she was supposed to be a girlfriend. There was more to it, but it's a story I know very well.
The difference is that he pointed out what made her that way was trauma, and so the fun, fun loving nympho has a dark side. I don't do that. I don't get into those types of things. Life is currently way too shitty to write about shitty things.
I might write a blackmail story or some predicament for my characters to overcome, because you have to be willing to crack some eggs to make an omelets. The villain in a story has to get over on the main character initially to make it that much more satisfying when the tables are turned. In Karate Kid, if Ralph Macchio's character just kicks Johnny's ass because he knows Johnny is going to be a dick, it's a different movie entirely. Ralph's character had to get knocked down, so he could get back up. I am fine with that.
If you read my stories, you probably know I am as of light mostly about ENF/CMNF stories but I do other genres. I started a sort of Science Fictionish Twilight Zone story not too long ago. I didn't finish it and the reason is that the muse of my personal experience is not enough.
I also TRY to read as much as I write. SOL is my story home and has been for about a decade now, I think. The latest stories appear on the feed and the older stories get buried. All the great Vulgus stories are buried in the archives. All the amazing stories that would or could inspire me are often hidden away and maybe the story code isn't the right one I was using to find it.
I've drank all the ink, read all the stories that I can find on SOL from the past and currently that allow me to sustain a 50/50 ratio of reading to writing. As AI generated slop becomes more prevalent, I click on a kick ass idea only to read
Jerry Leaned Back, and didn't miss a beat - Ages ago. "It's not about shitty writing, it's about AI, Jerry" he said - with an em dash for no reason.
Hailey's eyes - widened. Breathing -slowed. "We looked upon the moonlight, hearts skipping beats and leaning back in our chairs."
It's just fucking gibberish, man. Fucking stop with the AI writing. Adding that slop to AI is like creating Christian Rock.
In the immortal words of Hank Hill, "You're not making Christianity better, you're just making rock and roll worse."
I resigned myself to know that many stories will not interest me. I have a very specific taste in stories and I don't do magic, supernatural, or much science fiction. Even the stuff I should like, I do not like because it's quality is so low. The art of storytelling and the editing part is not even good.
I'd like to tap into what you have read for inspiration, your experiences and perhaps together the sum of the parts is more than they are when we work alone. I might say something that triggers a thought for you, or you may have an idea that I do not use but it sends me in a different direction.
I used to have a friend who didn't get BDSM at all. He thought of it more as punitive, and submission was sort of a mental illness. Anyone who gave up control seemed stupid to him or needing help. He assumed anyone who was dominant was a narcissistic villain.
He did not understand some people really get off on doing things for others.
He also did not understand some people are "Smart Assed Masochists". Their submission isn't protocol slavery. They don't want to wash your dishes for you. They want to goad you and tease you until you spank their asses good and hard because they get an adrenaline/endorphin rush and they may not even realize it or see what they are doing as submissive (because it's really not).
He did not understand that some people get off on humiliation. It's a legitimate kink and for those who aren't into giving or receiving it can seem confusing. ENF stories that involve red-faced reluctant nude females. He tends to think of that as cruelty.
I took his questions about the motivations of characters "Why do they get off on that" and wrote a story "The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves."
There were no beatings. I had seen this old Winnebago with that slogan in plastic mounted on the faux-wood walls. I thought it was a clever turn of phrase. He's on the RV with his naughty aunt and cousins and they like to play dirty games when they travel. They each came at it for different reasons.
His character's questions felt authentic. He asked them why they liked what they liked. It was a bit like the old Apple Jacks commercial for them.
DAD: "Why do you like Apple Jacks? They taste neither like Apple or Jack."
KID: "We just like them."
They hadn't questioned the reasons they played the game in a long time. At one point, the mom is jogging back to the RV, tits bouncing, ass hanging out and the girls timed her while she ran to get them an ice cream. She's sweaty and out of breath. "Sorry, the didn't have the flavor you wanted, I got you vanilla is that okay?"
"You should have it," her daughter takes the cone and turns it upside down on mom's head while the other girls laugh at her.
The next day, they take turns being the meanie butt who gives the orders, and the mom starts being assertive and a different girl is the do-bitch. They laugh, have no hard feelings, etc. I say all this to say that the Muse was him. His questions like "Why would they keep doing that?" helped me to make what I felt was a more authentic fish out of water story with him being the straight edge who asks questions and develops a better understanding.
At one point, the mom says "Different strokes for different folks, we all march to the beat of a different drum" and quotes from the old Different Strokes TV show, but her nephew being a naive intellectual type has never heard of the show before. He genuinely thinks she is full of homespun wisdom. I've actually met people like that, and so I mixed my own inspirations with his and I think the story was better for it.
I would like to occasionally send you a draft of an idea.
Often it's sort of a doodle. It's just a vignette or a synopsis of an idea that I am playing with.
All the job entails is actually reading it and giving me some ideas that I may not have considered.
I do not need you to agree with me. I need you to be prepared for me to disagree and be okay with that.
I will do the same in return for you. If you want my help, I will help you whether you are starting out or established.
I may be slow in my responses, but this how I enjoy myself. I try to check the site daily. I may not have a long reply immediately.
I may have to write several chapters and go different directions. I need you to be okay with the fact that I am trying to decide what the story needs to be when it grows up. There are times I want a story to be plausible and feel very grounded in reality. There are times i end up making it over the top (Sailor Moo, I am looking in your direction).
Only a fan of my stories could help me with this. If you aren't into my stories, your suggestions will be more like the guy who doesn't really like my themes.
I also need you to understand, I am not going to ever write trauma or emotional distress. I've met and married crazy bitches. I am aware of crazy bitches. They come in all shapes and sizes. In many cases, it is seriously not their fault at all. However, I Am not interested in writing about human trafficking or anything that makes me feel sick inside.
I will write tough luck, tough love, hard breaks, unfair parents who have different rules for girls than guys all day long.
I won't write suicide or shit like that. I wanted to put that out there.
The reason I wrote this ad in general has to do with a recent story to enter the graveyard.
I wrote a story last night that was good (IMHO). Jeff answered Diane's personal ad "Must Love Dogs" and we discover early in the story that she felt anyone who loved dogs, would be loved by dogs back. Dogs only love good people.
She can't have a dog at her apartment because she lives in NYC and her lease forbids it. I won't spoil it for you in case I do publish it but I will just say that Diane is a home nudist and she has been reluctant to allow a man she is dating to meet her kids (For what should be obvious reasons).
However, one fine July day, it's been six months of casual dating and Diane staying arms-length from Jeff. Jeff is also a single parent with a son (Who is the story teller) that he shares custody with. The storyteller's mom is the anti-diane - very conservative, very vanilla. Doesn't like "too much flavor" in her food. You know the type?
Diane offers to introduce Jeff to her daughters and son, and meet his son at the same time. She suggests the NYC Body Painting day in Times Square.
My plan was to have them think this is a bit odd/extreme but Diane's reasoning is that as a home nudist, if Jeff and son react maturely to nudity it will be safer to bring them over to her house. Storyteller just thinks maybe they should have tried to eat pizza first and go from there, but Diane likes being adventurous because her ex-husband was kind of a dick and anti-adventurous.
I start writing what I think is a fun walk to Father Duffy Square where the event is taking place. I add some bonding moments, and they see Desnudas taking pictures with tourists. This is a real thing at Time Square. It's usually hispanic ladies, big titties, wearing mostly body paint, maybe Statue of Liberty themed. People will often come up and proposition them, offer to buy their sweaty panties, grab their butts while they take pictures, ask to sign their tits. They aren't as common as pigeons but they are as iconic as Naked Cowboy.
Who incidentally, is not naked. He wears underwear with cowboy hats and boots, and one of Diane's daughters points out that is very New York, to say something is one thing but its not when you get there.
I realized as I was writing all this that it's not super exciting and in fact, might bore you. I tacked a short portion from when they first arrive at the festival to the start of the story so that I begin with an exciting and provocative place. You don't know these characters yet and their motivations but it gives me a chance to offer some forshadowing, grab you by the balls and make you realize "Oh, this is going to be an ENF/CMNF story!! nice."
Then I say "It was hard to believe I was being painted by my Dad's girlfriend's oldest daughter just thirty minutes after meeting her."
I transition back to their meeting at 42nd Street station, and start the story proper after giving you a taste of the story.
Once I come full circle to where the story began, I had to jump forward again so that I don't repeat all that. I started to fall out of love with Diane and her life. The reason is that I've written Diane or women quite like her in a dozen other (mostly) unpublished stories and I wasn't feeling it. I lost interest.
The story will likely live on my hard drive in stasis forever.
I actually had a blueprint for this story. It wasn't by the seat of my pants. I wasn't building a house a room at a time and hoping it all fit together. However, as I followed my plan, by morning I woke up uninterested in finding out what happened next.
Stories that I never finish are ones that I lost interest in finishing. I'd have to not only finish it, but edit it, illustrate it, and that is a time sink that prevents me from writing things I do want to experience again through the eyes of the storyteller.
I am not the best writer. I'll never have great and broad appeal. I do not do this for money. I have no interest in selling my stuff. I have interest in writing to enjoy the creation of the story, and to share it with you. I hope that people may one day take my stories like I have with authors like Hooked6, Vulgus, MaryS, Mike McGifford and be inspired to write the way they inspired me.
For some reason, I could picture Clitorides being some type of amusement park ride that involves a boat in the middle of a lake.
"Come take a Clitoride in my wonderful balloon...up, up and away...."
I am going to apologize in advance. It may seem like I have a bunch of scattered thoughts, but I will share with you some recent thoughts, and news on my writing.
Winning a Clitoride feels like winning an award from Mario Lopez (The guy who played Slater) and Maria Nunez on one of those movie preview channels in a hotel. I mean I wouldn't know for sure if I ever even won one. A few years ago, someone told me I won and I was like "Really? is this like when Ed McMahon told me I may have already won the American Publishers Sweepstakes?"
He didn't know what the fuck I was talking about because he isn't older than Maude's first strap on.
I told him that, and he asked "Who the fuck is Maude?"
"She was one of the fucking Golden Girls. She had her own show called Maude! Fuck, Bea Arthur, you motherfucker! She was on Soap! Fucking Guardian Angel! She's Adrienne Barbeau's mom, you young whippersnapper!"
He wrote back "I am 57 years old".
Jesus, I am fucking old. And yes, I know Adrienne Barbea is not really related, but I definitely picture Maude using that fucking strap on and going at it with her.
Anyway, now that I put that image in your mind if you get that reference;
Someone told me I was nominated for a Clitoride this year. Every now and then I get some sort of bone. I thought for sure Twats the Night Before Christmas would make the list of Holiday stories.
https://storiesonline.net/n/41830/twats-the-night-before-christmas
There is like four stories in that category and I didn't even get in the list? It's some of my best writing IMHO.
I often think about the follow up to that story. No spoilers, but it involves a young man who just turned 18 getting pissed his parents didn't want him at their adults only party, but they let his 20 year old sister go. There are some valid reasons and in the course of the night he makes a ton of mistakes and learns from them.
I wanted to do a follow up about him a year later. He's more experienced now. Mrs. Sanderson is a BBW that lives next door and she's his subby now. She's still married to Dave, and she wants her girls to go to the party with her this year. She secretly feels she's holding Nick back and would really rather he break up with her and maybe date one her daughters who are his own age.
I imagine the story to begin with him ringing the bell and kissing her.
"Is Dave here?" he asks.
"Why? Do you want to fuck him, too?" she grins. She's blossomed as a submissive and become vibrant, more sexual but more into who she was meant to be.
Her husband Dave IS home. He's sullen, passive aggressive. He knows who Nick is and gets pissy. She wants him stand up for her, woo her, try but he's too proud.
The problem is beyond that, I can't really envision the rest of the story.
I have several stories to finish before I can begin a new one. I just recently completed a very short story that I thought would be fun. I had this idea that two sorority sisters get their peaches busted at a sex party and end up at the ER with their mom.
https://storiesonline.net/n/56789/in-the-bonds-delta-gamma-sorority
I wrote this pretty quickly and illustrated it. I did some research on the University of Alabama and the Delta Gamma "Dee Gee" girls and it sort of wrote itself.
I have dozens of unfinished stories like this on my hard drive, but this one I felt was two chapters only.
I have *ONE* more chapter to go of the Halloween story "Sailor Moo". I really feel like Sailor Moo was a clever idea. I envisioned it as a knock off costume created to avoid copyright, but also a hybrid Cow/Sailor Moon.
https://storiesonline.net/n/52732/sailor-moo
I wove into the story a sub-story using pictures about the Japanese anime of the same name, and American women getting brought over with promises of big money forced to humiliate themselves in public and as the craze stops being profitable it gets even worse. They used to have to model and allow "Butt touches" in Tokyo Manga stores, eventually they are walked like dogs by Japanese business men.
In terms of plot structure, There are two types of writers "By the Seat of your pants" and "Outline". A good writer uses a flexible outline. You create a plot with three acts, and some of the rules of storytelling and it's a bit like an airplane. Getting it into the air and landing the plane are the most difficult parts. You can turn left or right on your outline but you end up (hopefully) at the destination you intended.
The By the seat of your pants stories are fun because you free write. You get a good idea of the start and maybe where it's going and you just fly. It's like building a house one room at a time, and having a general idea about the next two rooms but no blueprint. It's going to look fucked up. It's probably not going to get finished.
It's hard to finish a story that is seat of your pants because you don't know where or when to land the plane. I crave the mystery of what's going to happen next in these stories. I sometimes don't know until I write it. I put this fantastic twist in chapters 9 and 10 but now I feel like there is a whole shit ton of Halloween TRICK OR TREATING left to complete.
To be honest, I had never intended the story to get this over the top. It should be obvious that the parents lead an alternative lifestyle, and hopefully the final chapter will be worth the weight.
I have a few other stories that I am working on. A Fantastic Spanksgiving story that I just can't get edited and finished because it requires a lot of research and work to do it the way I want. I have so many pictures that I haven't fully organized and an entire plot line that is based on the 1950s alternate fiction about a backwater amusement park and I created a Glory Days of yesteryear using real figures from history like Kellogg and Allister Crowley.
I have some older stories that Mike McGifford actually gave me to finish and I ran out of steam. A pony girl story, and another one called Aunt Scarlet that is fantastic, it just needs TLC and patience.
I have Mike's opus, the "Best Story Eddie Ever Read"
https://storiesonline.net/n/54670/one-of-the-best-stories-eddie
I add, edit, illustrate and publish as often as I can. There are 163 pages typed, and I've published about 50 of the pages so far.
In my title, I mentioned "Why I don't turn on comments".
I'll tell you why.
They usually include things like:
"Hey, this story includes X...i hate X, so down voting it"
Yep, I put X in the codes. If you read codes, you'd know that. If you read replies to comments you'd also know that but you won't, so you'll go post another nasty gram on another author's story and down vote a story because it contained things you do not like instead of ignoring it.
"Your story is great, I make images. Please contact me at (X) to be scammed.
Yep, I get phone calls all day long from scammers trying to scam me, and now I have comments from assholes who should have seen that I illustrate the fuck out of my stories and don't need to be scammed.
But the one that broke me today, was on Mike's new story "The best Eddie ever read".
They are on by default and I forgot to turn them off. The comments were initially positive and I left them on.
In the heady days of early SOL, I used to *CRAVE* feedback. I still do, but I subsequently learned you can get good feedback from the comments section like you can get love from the strip club.
So, this guy begins his comment with "Hey, the twist is..." and proceeds to give away the plot without a spoiler warning.
He subsequently goes on to list all the things he hates about the story, and all of his suggestions are things that are going to happen.
He is like the guy who walks into the movie theater and goes up to the people waiting in line to see the murder mystery movie and says "Hey, I just saw it. You'll like it. The Butler killed all the people. You'll find out at the end, hahahah...I am very intelligent."
Granted, he got ONE spoiler correct, which if you read through chapter five, you'd have a pretty good idea is very likely.
There is still enough bread crumbs scattered that you may be kept wondering. However, by posting his comment, for those who haven't read everything and just hit the comments, he's ruined it.
Which judging by his comment, my guess is that's something he does a lot, to everything he touches.
There is another twist within the twist that you should not see coming. That's why this is one of my favorite stories.
I did not see it coming until it hit me.
I had a troll write to me and say that that the title was not descriptive enough. I do not know why I took the bait but I suggested he not judge a book by the title, and also added that it does have a summary;
I didn't write this. Mike McGifford did. I put it in the coming-of-age category, but it's also so much more. BDSM and incest, embarrassed nude females, and all the perverted shit that I enjoy rolled up into one delicious dish. Mike can take the subtle and mundane life of a family that happens to have a kinky side business and let you experience life with them through word pictures. It's not the best story I ever wrote. It's one of the best I have ever read.
He wrote back to tell me he wanted it to be a synopsis of the plot. He also accused me of using AI to write it.
I wrote back to ask him to kindly kiss my entire asshole, and ask him how it felt to want.
I said that it's 160+ pages, so trying to compress it into a cliff notes for him is not possible, and that it's more of a teaser. The story codes, and the first chapter should give him some idea but that the entire thing is a surprise - so a synopsis would ruin the surprises.
I also freely admit I use AI to help me brainstorm, research spell/grammar and rephrase awkward paragraphs, or turn American dialect into British, I think AI generated stories are swill and a cancer on this site. In addition, I did not write the story. My friend Mike did, and I know for a fact this is Mike's writing. One only has to read his other stories;
https://storiesonline.net/a/mike-mcgifford
To recognize his style, created long before AI was capable of writing shitty "Abigail leaned back and didn't miss a beat. She said it was all about X, not about Y, and looked toward her future with whispering sorrow in the moonlit fog."
It's shit.
I don't get much feedback. I do not have many people who want to collaborate or work on stories with me. I mentioned a while back my long term collaboration partner took my story and copyrighted it - not once but twice. He subsequently stopped but not before killing my desire to finish it.
It really sucked that the rare time that I get a response from someone, it's from a dickhead. I hit block and ended the interaction after that as I had nothing else to say to him and there was nothing he could say to me that could be interesting, entertaining or useful.
That's how I feel about the comments. It's a great place for anonymous dickheads to post their snottygrams, spoilers, and toxicity.
I am old.
I write a lot because it allows me to live through the eyes of my characters. I write to escape the shit, and live in a different world for a little while. However, it can be as lonely as this real world for me.
It's supposed to be a creative outlet, but it is often not because as an author I get stuck in what excites me and I thrive when I riff of other people's ideas and they riff of mine. I made a deal with myself a long time ago. I would only write as much as I read.
At the time, Vulgus, MaryS, Tailweaver, and dozens of authors that I really enjoyed were writing great content. I drank the ink with my mind, and swallowed it whole.
They don't really write that much any more if at all. Now, a lot of shitty AI generated shit gets generated and posted here. I still don't understand their motives.
I picture them sitting up in their high chair with poopy diapers, clapping their hands together through their Spiderman underoo jammy sleeves they pulled up to cover their hands "Fap, Fap, Fap! YEAH! I AM THE SAVIOR OF ALL MANKIND, I POSTED ANOTHER SHITTY AI GENERATED STORY AND IT DIDN'T AUTOMATICALLY GET THE AI GENERATED TAG, HAHAH! ALL THE PEOPLE ON THE SITE WILL THINK I USED MY WITTLE BRAIN TO WRITE BIG WORDS."
The big words look this;
I smiled. I stood carefully and followed him toward the bedroom, leaving the journal on the desk where moonlight touched its spine. My story was written. The next one was just the beginning.
Now, that is some of the shittiest shitty shit that the AI has ever created. This is what Microsoft and Amazon is laying off thousands of programmers, architects, and analysts for?
It is truly the enshitification of SOL and erotic stories. There is nothing redeemable about these stories. The guy who ripped off my story told me he put my story into AI and it told him that the details should be erased and just jump right to the sex part without any characterization.
The A/I may be correct. I probably do build a little slow, and savor the details, the sights the sounds, the tastes, the smells. I feel the breeze, and I can smell the fresh cut grass on the lawn, and the smell of those hamburgers wafting from the grill when my story takes me back. I break the laws of storytelling conservatism and luxuriate sometimes a bit too much in those rich word pictures.
However, I am reminded that even with the BILLIONS OF DOLLARS invested in AI, most of them still fuck up when you ask it how many R's are in a word like Strawberry unless they were hard coded to lie. They make the same mistake over and over because they can't learn from them. They write shitty stories with generic plots that are absurdly shitty, so I'd rather take my advice from a dickhead that doesn't know who the fuck Bea Arthur is, or who insists on giving away the plot to my story like a genuine asshole to people who may not have read it yet, or who emails me to tell me that I should summarize 163 page story into three sentences so he doesn't have to read all that.
They may be assholes, dicks, losers, and shitty people, but they aren't going to steal anyone's job and write stories that make me cringe like Mister Furley when his brother Bart calls him.
Oh come the fuck on, Don Knotts? You don't get that reference? Alright, so I am old.
I've seen the storm brewing on the horizon for a long time.
I have no problem with using AI to do research and to brainstorm. if you're using it to polish your work, that's great.
Softly, with the merest of touches, their lips met, a kiss so long in coming, light, almost chaste in the simplicity of the connection.
WTF? Those are certainly words.
I identified this issue quite some time ago but now it's gotten untenable for me.
There are people on the site who create stories of pure AI slop and slap their names on them. It's a bit like hiring 1,000 monkeys to type anything and then just waiting for it to write the perfect novel. It's actually never going to happen.
Not only is it plagiarism, To just tell AI to write it for you so you can put your name on it but it's the worst kind. It's like throwing dog shit all over the place that we are trying to walk.
I am not a snob. Not all stories will appeal to me. There are some poorly written stories on the site. The were written by someone who TRIED - homemade slop. I am okay with that. I can walk around it/ignore it.
I have been trying to just walk around the dog shit for some time now. I hate censorship and I hate the idea of excluding content that I might possibly enjoy.
Today an "author", who basically just went to some low-grade ai and got some cheap crap that doesn't follow even the basic rules of storytelling posted about three stories that he Auto generated as his own.
One thing that I learned is that you can not only filter out a particular author but if you go to category search, at the top there is an exclusions preference and you can pick AI generated as one of the options.
Lajeez has a detector that helps identify them and slaps that tag on there even if they don't.
It's not perfect, but if something AI wrote manages to get past the AI detector then maybe it's not bad.
There aren't enough good stories for me to have something to read all the time. I haven't found an AI generated story that would ever be enjoyable to me. They read a certain way and are always told in a vague unnatural style.
Usually there is some sort of opening line and then a closing line for each vignette, that contains some decorative language that's a dead giveaway.
"She looked to the Future, with Wonder and awe and as they started their future together".
Ai also has a tendency to use lists of three. It also has a tendency to make even the most mundane activity seem like something really fascinating.
Quite some time ago I generated a story where a guy goes to buy some Campbell's soup. I posted it as part of my blog to prove that AI generators were pretty shitty.
The other customers cheered him on as he made his way to the cash register and the guy bagging his groceries gave him a knowing glance that's soon he would be eating Chunky's. That sort of false excitement is usually another dead giveaway.
There may be a time when AI will write stuff that I might enjoy and I guess then I would give it a try but I don't enjoy dog shit. at some point, you're going to get to a point where you can't stand coming here and scanning through all of the poor titles and getting baited into clicking on the garbage.
Today was that day for me. This site was built on an idea that authors would have a place to post their stuff.
I don't enjoy every single story. There's a lot of themes that I don't get into. if they are coded and described, I don't mind them because I can just scroll past them.
Flash stories don't do anything for me. I don't like vignettes. I want to get to know the characters and fall in love with them. I can't do that in Flash. They aren't designed to do that. The solution was "Auto-exclude".
AI-generated is my only other Auto-exclude.
The AI generated ones are taking it to a whole new level. It's going to turn into an avalanche of dog shit if something isn't done to change the process.
If this guy that posted today keeps on doing it, pretty soon the site will be 30% AI slop, from him alone.
When somebody figures out how to hook up a workflow to easily open their browser and post a garbage AI story, They can autogenerate dozens of them in a day.
I don't know why they would but it's already starting to happen. My advice is just to check out of it and not step in it.
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