Fire up the Generators with Xara X. Xanakas

July 10, 2015

Rayland Montrose stood on the bridge of the Marauder’s Dagger. The vidscreen glowed brightly in the gloom of the ship as the planet below them came into view. It was once a vibrant, bustling outpost on the edge of the galaxy, but that was long ago. Miners stripped the planet of all its Kolbtronite, and when the gems dried up, the settlers died off when the corporations stopped sending supplies. Everything returned to the dust that covered the ground. All that was left were the skeletal remains of the buildings they left behind. Montrose squeezed the dried Oaphock Lily in his hand and watched the crumbled pieces slip through his fingers to the ground below. He should have gotten there sooner. He could have done something, if only…*

 

Say you’ve got a killer idea for a space opera. You know the rake of a main character, his love interest, the quest they’ll have to complete before they can find true love and live happily ever after. You start writing, getting that first line down, and suddenly you’re stuck. What is the name of his ship? What could possibly sound cool without blatantly stealing from old pirate movies? And what exactly was it that was valuable enough to strip-mine and entire planet?

 

Rayland Montrose stood on the bridge of the <<spaceship>>. The vidscreen glowed brightly in the gloom of the ship as the planet below them came into view. It was once a vibrant, bustling outpost on the edge of the galaxy, but that was long ago. Miners stripped the planet of all its <<valuable mineral>>, and when the gems dried up, the settlers died off when the corporations stopped sending supplies. …

 

I don’t know about you, but if I leave a bunch of blanks, I may as well submit a MadLib by the time I finish. Although maybe that’s not a bad thing…**

 

My “Dream Man” should, first of all be very Wonky and Wanky. He should have a physique like Lucille Ball, a profile like Zac Efron, and the intelligence of a/an Narwhal. He must be polite and must always remember to Objectify my Nest, to tip his Children and to take my Uvula when crossing the street. He should move Annoyingly, have a/an Visible voice, and should always dress Scurrilously. I would also like him to be a/an Towering dancer, and when we are alone he should whisper Abstracted nothings into my Kneecap and hold my Scary Copy. I know a/an Oven is hard to find. In fact the only one I can think of is Spouse.

 

Then again, maybe not. Maybe we should go fill in some of those blanks. There are tons of online generators out there that can help you come up with character names, planet descriptions, inventive curse words, plot prompts, you name it. (or they do)  You can spend hours (days) going through them to find the right name for your pirate ship (the Foul Raider?) or the right comic book villain name (Icy Frostbite, anyone?). If you get stuck, hit one up for some writing exercises to help drag that muse away from whatever bar he’s been hiding in (“Write an upbeat press release announcing retouching the Mona Lisa to be more smiley.”).

 

Here’s a few links to get our creative (ahem) juices flowing again.

Chaotic Shiny

Seventh Sanctum

Writer’s Den

Writing Exercises

Fantasy Name Generators

Big Huge Thesaurus Plot Generator

Generator Land

I could go on and on, but that rabbit hole runs deep. Google is your friend, and you can find just about anything to help you along in your quest to feed the muse. But for now, I must be off. My muse is glaring at me for waking him up.

 

~xXx~

* Not really a story, although maybe now that the pump is primed, so to speak….

** I do have a few hundred words of absolute silliness related to this MadLib, but that’s a whole other story.

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