generators – the pelagic school

Generators

Generators are short prompts for finding new seeds, images, voices — bits and pieces that might fold into your writing. Most generators here are for inventing from scratch; some are marked “for ongoing process” and are specifically framed to help expand the radius of writing that you’ve already embarked on.

here's A Generator dialed up at random:

Repeat with Drift

Write a one-paragraph or one-page scene. To write that scene, play a simple connect-the-dots game with words circled from prior warmups. Go trawling through your notebooks with a pen of a second color, or if you have nothing on hand, do a quick set of minute lists, select words from there, and weave them into a your scene.

Then rewrite the paragraph (or page), starting with the same first few words but allowing the details, imagery, and action drift just a little. Reweave the scene at a slant, so it becomes a slightly different scene.

Repeat as many times as you like. Let each new iteration make space for something new and true to appear in the scene.

here's the full generator archive:

Valley Fold (Generator)

A generative exercise for creating a compact event as a springboard for a story.

Make a New Edge

A generator for finding possibility in a newly imagined landscape.

Light on Two Sides

A generative exercise deriving action from environment.

Image Wheel

A generator for scenes of linked images Scan your memory of the last 24 hours and find an image — as if seen from a

A derivation

A generator to build a new scene derived from something old.

Excursion Scanner

Generator building a story outline from your old excursions

Images not Arguments

A generator deriving images from politics

Repeat with Drift

A story generator through iteration and drift

Decontrolling Gerund Generator

A character generator via exuberant -ing words

Future History Object

A story generator via objects, deep time, and the future

We Approach

A scene/setting generator through approach and arrival

Something Hidden

A scene generator working off art or photo archives

Walking as Occasion

Generator for an interweaving of site and contemplation

Pyramid Character Generator

Character generator from a solitaire pyramid

Pastoral Scene Generator

A story seed generator starting from landscape.

Elemental Scene Builder

Generator for a new scene

Beacons and Guides

Generator for gestures one person can make toward another

Epigraph Heart

A generator from your bookshelf plus object lesson on dramatizing.

Populate the Silences (2)

A generator for expanding any old scene.

parable of a minor figure

In your mind’s eye, bring up someone from your writing that figures only minimally in what you’ve written, someone who would be “background” if this

possible shapes

(for a process already in progress) Quickly sketch a diagrammatic representation of your writing so far, its elements, sections, directions. Use this quick sketch as

ceremony of transition

In her essay “The History of Scaffolding,” Lisa Robertson writes: We believe that the object of architecture is to give happiness. For us this would

following paragraph (generator)

Do the tuning version of this exercise, using the writing of another author. then repeat the exercise, but with a paragraph found randomly from your

new room with old images

(for a project in progress) Choose a set of images from a larger scatter of images, perhaps drawn from accumulated warmups left behind in your

Architecture of a Day (Notes on Practice)

One of the things I do with my time is facilitate writing groups, both short and ongoing seasons of writing in the presence of others through a series of cycles, which may be locally defined as writing weeks, or writing fortnights, or other durations. Usually I begin our meetings by asking each writer to report on how their practice of writing went in the last cycle. It’s seductive to meet this request for a report by reporting on the interval between what one wanted to do and what one did. I wanted to write daily but on I only wrote once, and so on. I wanted to develop this other project but instead I transcribed fragments from my notebooks.

Maybe there is something in this metric of lack that has some use? Maybe it allows us to sidestep the question, what is this writing that I actually wrote, labels the writing as not our real writing, something less than our real writing, where “real” takes on the old romantic connotation of a glorious capital-R Real that somehow exceeds the illusory, fragmented confusion of the actual world we find ourselves in. But I am interested in perceiving the being of the writing that has actually been written, which includes a perception of its futurities, its potentialities, its realities, perhaps, but attends most closely to what it is now.

If a writer reports on the gap between plan and actuality as a form of lack or failure, I ask them to reframe the gap. The writing that happened: how did it happen? What were you doing when you wrote? In distinction to what you thought you needed to do to get yourself writing, what did you find out you actually need? How does the perceived failure to follow the plan teach you something about the expansive conditions in which writing can get written? The interval between what we project and what we find ourselves doing can be playful, can be a conversation, rather than just a source of disappointment.

The question comes up again and again, what actually constitutes “the writing”?

The other question is: Could we play with different understandings of the architecture of a day, a week, or a month, and the way that writing or making or just being with that free creative impulse might live within that rhythm. What containers create enough containment that we feel back inside their flow when we return to them?

Some containers are marked by time. In one group, a writer shared her practice of folding her writing day into the way the light changed. On days she wrote, she would begin in late afternoon, in daylight, without any lamps or lights on, and continue writing through dusk as her room slowly darkened. In another group, a writer chose the same window but at the other pole of the day, rising in the dark and writing until the day was full day. In another group, another writer wrote late at night before bed, freely making a mess, then re-read her night pages first thing in the morning, making morning notes toward bringing them into some kind of order. All of these practices embedded themselves in the rhythms of the day and night. They might have been productive of something, but they were also, like toothbrushing, like eating, like waking and sleeping, something that belonged to the day and not only to the writing’s future as something that might circulate among others.

In other groups, with other writers, different containers were found. Letting go of the ideal of dailiness, something else functions as a sustaining rhythm. Often these containers are documents combined with particular and limited tasks. One writer who is always with her phone, not only because we’re all always with our phones, it seems, but because her obligations take her away from her desk for most of her time, keeps an open note in the notes app, and adds to it whenever a small thought crystallizes in mind, and later, maybe only once in a writing cycle, carries these collected entries to her desk and transfers them to new pages, allowing herself to write into them, to reform them, to cull them, in the transfer process. Another writer kept an open document in which she collected words and images that appealed to her. Then once a week, as determined by the obligation to share pages, she looked through that collected pile of appealing things and wrote with or from it, leaving the pile at the end of the document like a combination pantry-compost. Something I am writing these days is held by its document and by a simple task. I open it up on a whim whenever I think of it, no more than once a day and often not for weeks at a time, and I add a single paragraph, either doing a fill-in-the-blanks game that amuses me and repeats as a grounding pulse throughout the ever-growing document, or picking up another thread that also carries through the pages. The limitation of the single paragraph is a pleasure for me, an inveterate spewer and piler-up of raw source material. Instead of going on and on, I fold as much pleasure-treasure into my paragraph as my whim that day holds and the paragraph can take. Then I close the document and forget about it.

If the desire is to create writing that is alive, rather than writing that is good (thanks to Agnes Borinsky for reminding me recently of this way of renaming and so enlarging and enlivening the desire that attends the relationship we each have to our own writing), could we think of aliveness as something that is in cooperation with and maybe nourishing to our own aliveness. What does that mean for how writing occurs and is invited in the architecture of a day or week or year? Within what time cycle do we track its living energy? What numerical freedoms and mysteries are at play in its pattern of occurrence? What would its scene of communication be?