Crowdfunding Creative Jam
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crowdfundingWelcome to the thirty-sixth Crowdfunding Creative Jam! This session will run Saturday, January 17-Sunday, January 18. The theme is "Dreaming and Waking." Visit the Creative Jam over on LiveJournal.
Crowdfunding Creative Jam
Everyone is eligible to post prompts, which may be words or phrases, titles, images, etc. Prompters may request a specific creator, but everyone else may still use that prompt if they wish. Prompts may specify a particular character/world/etc. but creators may use the prompt for something else anyway and post the results. Prompters are still encouraged to post mostly prompts that anyone could use anywhere, as this maximizes the chance of having creators make something based on your prompt. Please title your comment "Prompt" or "Prompts" when providing inspiration so these are easy to find.
Prompt responses may also be treated as prompts and used for further inspiration. For example, a prompt may lead to a sketch which leads to a story, and so on. This kind of cascading inspiration is one of the most fun things about a collective jam session.
Everyone is eligible to use prompts, and everyone who wants to use a given prompt may do so, for maximum flexibility of creator choice in inspiration. You do not have to post a "Claim" reply when you decide to use a prompt, but this does help indicate what is going on so that other prompters can spread out their choice of prompts if they wish.
Creators are encouraged, but not required, to post at least one item free. Likewise, sharing a private copy of material with the prompter is encouraged but not required. Creative material resulting from prompts should be indicated in a reply to the prompt, with a link to the full content elsewhere on the creator's site (if desired); a brief excerpt and/or description of the material may be included in the reply (if desired). It helps to title your comment "Prompt Filled" or something like that so these are easy to identify. There is no time limit on responding to prompts. However, creators are encouraged to post replies sooner rather than later, as the attention of prompters will be highest during and shortly after the session.
Some items created from prompts may become available for sponsorship. Some creators may offer perks for donations, linkbacks, or other activity relating to this project. Check creator comments and links for their respective offerings.
Prompters, creators, and bystanders are expected to behave in a responsible and civil manner. If the moderators have to drag someone out of the sandbox for improper behavior, we will not be amused. Please respect other people's territory and intellectual property rights, and only play with someone else's characters/setting/etc. if you have permission. (Fanfic/fanart freebies are okay.) If you want to invite folks to play with something of yours, title the comment something like "Open Playground" so it's easy to spot. This can be a good way to attract new people to a shared world or open-source project, or just have some good non-canon fun.
Boost the signal! The more people who participate, the more fun this will be. Hopefully we'll see activity from a lot of folks who regularly mention their projects in this community, but new people are always welcome. You can link to this session post or to individual items created from prompts, whatever you think is awesome enough to recommend to your friends.
Crowdfunding Creative Jam
Everyone is eligible to post prompts, which may be words or phrases, titles, images, etc. Prompters may request a specific creator, but everyone else may still use that prompt if they wish. Prompts may specify a particular character/world/etc. but creators may use the prompt for something else anyway and post the results. Prompters are still encouraged to post mostly prompts that anyone could use anywhere, as this maximizes the chance of having creators make something based on your prompt. Please title your comment "Prompt" or "Prompts" when providing inspiration so these are easy to find.
Prompt responses may also be treated as prompts and used for further inspiration. For example, a prompt may lead to a sketch which leads to a story, and so on. This kind of cascading inspiration is one of the most fun things about a collective jam session.
Everyone is eligible to use prompts, and everyone who wants to use a given prompt may do so, for maximum flexibility of creator choice in inspiration. You do not have to post a "Claim" reply when you decide to use a prompt, but this does help indicate what is going on so that other prompters can spread out their choice of prompts if they wish.
Creators are encouraged, but not required, to post at least one item free. Likewise, sharing a private copy of material with the prompter is encouraged but not required. Creative material resulting from prompts should be indicated in a reply to the prompt, with a link to the full content elsewhere on the creator's site (if desired); a brief excerpt and/or description of the material may be included in the reply (if desired). It helps to title your comment "Prompt Filled" or something like that so these are easy to identify. There is no time limit on responding to prompts. However, creators are encouraged to post replies sooner rather than later, as the attention of prompters will be highest during and shortly after the session.
Some items created from prompts may become available for sponsorship. Some creators may offer perks for donations, linkbacks, or other activity relating to this project. Check creator comments and links for their respective offerings.
Prompters, creators, and bystanders are expected to behave in a responsible and civil manner. If the moderators have to drag someone out of the sandbox for improper behavior, we will not be amused. Please respect other people's territory and intellectual property rights, and only play with someone else's characters/setting/etc. if you have permission. (Fanfic/fanart freebies are okay.) If you want to invite folks to play with something of yours, title the comment something like "Open Playground" so it's easy to spot. This can be a good way to attract new people to a shared world or open-source project, or just have some good non-canon fun.
Boost the signal! The more people who participate, the more fun this will be. Hopefully we'll see activity from a lot of folks who regularly mention their projects in this community, but new people are always welcome. You can link to this session post or to individual items created from prompts, whatever you think is awesome enough to recommend to your friends.
Open Playground: Schrodinger's Heroes
Date: 2015-01-17 07:55 am (UTC)Re: Open Playground: Schrodinger's Heroes
Date: 2015-01-18 05:02 pm (UTC)Re: Open Playground: Schrodinger's Heroes
Date: 2015-01-19 09:00 am (UTC)Open Playground: Torn World
Date: 2015-01-17 07:56 am (UTC)For more information about the setting, prompters should start here and contributors should start here. For specific information about submitting your work to our world continuity, rights and allowances, please see our contributor's rules. We have a space for sharing non-canon work on our site, so don't be shy about jumping in, even if you aren't familiar with the setting yet!
prompts!
Date: 2015-01-17 07:58 am (UTC)Dream big.
Wake up and smell the coffee.
Dreams don't pay the bills.
Dreaming is free.
Re: prompts!
Date: 2015-01-17 12:08 pm (UTC)Re: prompts!
Date: 2015-01-17 03:40 pm (UTC)Re: prompts!
Date: 2015-01-17 10:05 pm (UTC)http://ysabetwordsmith.dreamwidth.org/10130287.html
Re: prompts!
Date: 2015-01-18 05:07 pm (UTC)It begins:
“What are you going to dream about tonight, Jules?” Daddy's hands were gentle as he tucked the strange blue blanket, so unlike his threadbare comforter, around the pencil-yellow pajama top. That was good, because the mismatched socks on each hand made it hard to do anything else, even when the urge to itch at the red blotches started to fade.
“I'm going to dream about a big, big basket of blocks, all for me,” the little boy declared.
“Dream bigger than that, Jules,” his daddy encouraged. “Dreams are free.”
If anyone would like to sponsor the rest, it's $5 (a penny a word). PM me or check out my Paypal link on the landing page.
Re: prompts!
Date: 2015-01-19 05:04 am (UTC)Re: prompts!
Date: 2015-01-20 03:34 am (UTC)Prompts
Date: 2015-01-17 08:19 am (UTC)Bedroom with fairy lights
The cloud dreamers
Dream home cabin in woods
Father and child in space
Cat waking woman
Title Prompts:
"The Oneiromancer's Manual"
"Agatha and the Cup of Forgotten Dreams"
"Awakening the Warriors of the World That Was"
Text Prompts:
* How to carry something between dreaming and waking
* Nightmares as karmic justice for people who do evil things
* To wake into your life is to be surrounded by people still sleepwalking through theirs.
Re: Prompts
Date: 2015-01-17 03:47 pm (UTC)“If you're not pressed for time, I thought you might want to help with the new garden for a little bit. And if you're willing to try something I was taught when learning to control my gifts, oh, ages ago,” he offered lightly, “you're welcome to nap on the screened porch for half an hour or so.”
“Are you saying I need a nap?” She summoned a tired smile, knowing he wouldn't think she was being snappish even if she couldn't quite manage humor yet.
“No,” he offered seriously, even as one hand automatically adjusted the soft hat Saraphina wore. “It's a meditation meant to carry things from dreams to waking thoughts. Since I was born with my ability, that's one of the first ways I was taught to recognize when it was active, actually doing something.”
“What would... I'm a nary,” Heidi protested.
“Not in this, not really,” Aidan corrected. “Everyone has a soul, a something intangible and unique. Something which feels bruised and dinged and aching right now. I don't even need to use my abilities to see it, Miss Langenberg. You're feeling better than when you got to the diner, but you're still... limping, I'd call it.”
Re: Prompts
Date: 2015-01-17 07:41 pm (UTC)You might also enjoy this snippet of Seshaa, my desert language:
topullamuk (verb) – In Whispering Sands use, means “to limp for now,” or more generally, “to favor an injured or otherwise unfit body part because using it normally hurts.” This is a temporary condition; the term for a permanent disability is tōpulamuk (“to limp always”). The phrase shahesh topullamuk (“heart limps”) is a painfully evocative term for emotional damage; it conjures up the image of a horse with a sharp stone wedged in its hoof, something very poignant for desertfolk. It’s rather like the English “heartsore.” Note that the accent in topullamuk falls on the third syllable, dragged there by the “ll” phoneme. “That limps” is desert slang for bad news, similar to English “that sucks.”
Re: Prompts
Date: 2015-01-17 07:59 pm (UTC)Filled!
Date: 2015-01-17 06:05 pm (UTC)Re: Filled!
Date: 2015-01-17 07:33 pm (UTC)fill - how to carry something between dreaming and waking
Date: 2015-01-18 07:12 am (UTC)In dreams, the starving eat their fill of meat;
Dream water tries to slake a dreamer's thirst.
Though they in waking life be cruelly cursed,
In dreams they find they have enough to eat
And friends that every day will come to greet
And ask how well they fare and what they need.
In dreams they find that all their wounds are nursed
By kindly, tender folk who are well-versed
In healing arts, and touches sugar-sweet.
They wake and want to be with dreamborn friends,
But find that all they dreamed has disappeared.
Though some of what they dream may well be real,
The changes made must meet with sudden ends,
Their craft undone, as daylight must reveal.
But in your dreams, you'll find the Lord oft sends
Ideas to make by day of solid steel.
Re: fill - how to carry something between dreaming and waking
Date: 2015-01-18 11:30 am (UTC)Re: fill - how to carry something between dreaming and waking
Date: 2015-01-19 05:54 am (UTC)Re: fill - how to carry something between dreaming and waking
Date: 2015-01-19 06:31 am (UTC)Re: fill - how to carry something between dreaming and waking
Date: 2015-01-19 06:36 am (UTC)* For any rhymed, metered verse you should check those aspects. Rhymes should be perfect unless you are off-rhyming on purpose in a pattern. Meter should have a consistent numbers of syllables, although you may vary the stress and it's okay to have different syllables per line in a pattern (i.e. 8-7-8-7). Don't be afraid to count syllables on your fingers, I do that too.
* In poetry, charm outweighs technical skill, so if you can capture the mood then the poem usually works. You can learn technical skills as you go along. Learning how to find a good theme or tell a good story is much harder to learn if you haven't got it.
* Go to my Memories section and I've got several entries about poetry that you may find useful:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=ysabetwordsmith&keyword=poetry&filter=all
Re: fill - how to carry something between dreaming and waking
Date: 2015-01-19 07:07 am (UTC)Cat Waking Woman
Date: 2015-01-18 10:16 pm (UTC)Re: Cat Waking Woman
Date: 2015-01-19 05:55 am (UTC)oh hey one more prompt
Date: 2015-01-17 04:03 pm (UTC)So. Prompt:
Languages sleep and languages wake. Do languages dream?
Re: oh hey one more prompt
Date: 2015-01-18 04:24 am (UTC)They flew from one man's tongue to all men's ears,
But silent are they now, for none now know
The art that let the words so swiftly flow.
The people who once spoke weep bitter tears
And speak in tongues they'll never hold as dear
As those they lost in horror long ago,
And falling on their hearts like fall's first snow,
The new tongue claims its place: no others here!
But not in death they wait (and wait, and wait);
For though to humans that is how it seems,
Watching, seeing cultures bent by hate,
They patient sleep, and watchful do they dream.
With eyes of those whose parents are the late
Last speakers, they can watch and learn unseen,
And slumber in the hearts that never learned
Until they rise again, no longer spurned.
Re: oh hey one more prompt
Date: 2015-01-18 03:59 pm (UTC)Re: oh hey one more prompt
Date: 2015-01-19 05:58 am (UTC)Do Languages Dream?
Date: 2015-01-18 06:16 pm (UTC)In his dreams, the lecture hall was full, words flowing like a brisk, swirling windstorm. Students whispered, the instructor delivered jokes and information and meandering asides, never mind that his thin Korean frame marked him as an outsider to the cluster of milk-faced students whose hair shone in yellows and reds, with few of the darker hues of brown, and none of the instructor's midnight-black.
In her dreams, the train clacked pleasantly as two women struck up a conversation over very different types of crochet, one held all in the dominant hand, the ball of thread tucked securely in a pocket in deference to the crowded car, while the other used a tidy, two-handed pattern to keep track of both yarn and project, the fine wool becoming a gossamer cloud beneath nimble fingers. They stumbled a bit, needing some specialized words which neither had, but a little careful description in the sturdy, brisk common language soon had them comparing favorite patterns and decidedly unfavorite problems in their shared hobby.
In his dreams, the cluster of children, having met only a few minutes before, watched each other, searching for commonalities in their dark hair and dark skin, clustering even amongst themselves by criteria which could mean family resemblances, or simply tribal ones. The instructor held out a bowl of familiar fruits, and began the lesson without using any of the children's native languages. At the end of the first lesson, the children were clustered by the number of siblings they had, jumbled and diverse as brightly-colored buttons in a jar.
In her dreams, the raging travel-headache had eased only after she'd nearly slept the clock around. She'd expected that, but not the desperate homesickness a swirl of white on red had brought, the colors and backdrop of a soda logo rendered incomprehensible in the native print. It took three hours to work her way carefully on foot from the hotel to a bookstore, but dotted among the hundreds of people she'd passed were a handful standing out like beacons to help her along with their gestures and encouraging smiles and pantomimed directions. Tucked among the travel books was a single, slim volume, offering the hope of a common tongue.
In the ethereal synchronicity born of human thoughts and hopes, Novial dreamed. Esperanto had napped, but never truly slumbered, and the infant Na'vi scampered unsteadily between its cousins' realms, flitting from Interlingua to the diverse cluster of more than a dozen sibling-tongues created by Tolkein.
http://en.wikibooks.org/wiki/Novial
Re: Do Languages Dream?
Date: 2015-01-29 07:11 pm (UTC)It's lovely!
Re: Do Languages Dream?
Date: 2015-01-29 07:14 pm (UTC)Feel free to jump in with prompts for the February Creative Jam, or remind me of something you'd like to see expanded or continued.
Re: oh hey one more prompt
Date: 2015-01-18 08:55 pm (UTC)51 lines, Buy It Now = $20
(no subject)
Date: 2015-01-17 05:37 pm (UTC)Okay...
Date: 2015-01-17 11:14 pm (UTC)Re: Okay...
Date: 2015-01-18 03:32 am (UTC)Open World: Heliodrax
Date: 2015-01-17 07:01 pm (UTC)Shared World: the Heliodrax
Index. It's open, and hopefully inviting. My goal this month is to answer half a dozen prompts with Heliodrax fiction, so please keep them coming!
Re: Open World: Heliodrax
Date: 2015-01-18 12:02 am (UTC)42 lines, Buy It Now = $20
Re: Open World: Heliodrax
Date: 2015-01-18 12:04 am (UTC)Happydance!
Open Playground: Nine for the Nebula's Heart
Date: 2015-01-17 07:03 pm (UTC)Re: Open Playground: Nine for the Nebula's Heart
Date: 2015-01-18 12:21 am (UTC)18 lines, Buy It Now = $10
(no subject)
Date: 2015-01-17 07:36 pm (UTC)"I don't dream in color." (Feel free to remove quotes and treat as first-person thought as desired)
Don't wake me up.
daymares
half-awake distortions and overtired hallucinations
I Don't Dream In Color
Date: 2015-01-17 09:55 pm (UTC)I don't dream in color. I don't even dream in pictures, not any more. They were my lifeline for the first years of darkness, but they drifted away from me, or I drifted away from them, a few years after I realized that I was still in the hibernation chamber. Still in transit to the new colony. Ten years away from my new home, and forever lost to my old one.
I dream in sound. My son's laughter, as I scoop him up and tickle him until he shows all of his baby teeth, maybe a year away from losing the first of them in the next step of the inevitable transition we humans call 'growing up.'
I dream in scents. The smell of my father's chicken creole, or Nana's sweet potato pie as it baked, the odors seeming to leach into every corner of the rickety wooden house. As if the house could inhale, could enjoy the flavors in its own way. Maybe it could.
I've stopped expecting the world to make entirely the same kind of sense as before I signed on. Even at the slippery-to-grasp speeds we're traveling, time still passes. More at home than here, Einstein was forever right about that, and like Cassandre, maybe he should've been called a prophet instead of a scientist.
The machinery around me hums, softly, softly. I can hear it as clearly as the faint ringing tinnitis in my left ear which disqualified me for pilot training, but made me the perfect backup Everyman. I've the mechanic's training, the pilot's, and I'm a half-decent field medic.
It's the high, electrical whine of the tinnitis which I think will get me, eventually, not the dreams of scent or sound or the kinetic sway of rocking, whether in a porch swing with my arm around my boyfriend, or the frantic, desperate sway of the lifelift pulling me toward the helicopter and away from the vehicle tumbled down a ravine, water lapping hungrily at the broken windows.
Sometimes, the machine clicks. It's a hard, definite sound and I've learned to love it. Because whatever I'm dreaming stops, whatever is making my heart race, or tears leak from the corners of my almost-sedated tear ducts. I've begun a calendar of those clicks, after the first thousand or so.
Oh. There's silence, too, a profound and impossible silence just before a click. It ma-
-{}-{}-{}-
“Sedation proceeding. Entering stage three, Doctor,” the almond-eyed man reported. “Twenty minutes until we seal for takeoff.”
“Very good,” the steel-haired woman replied. “Is everything in the green?”
“Perfectly,” her assistant agreed. “Elapsed time, seventeen seconds, full suspension in eight more.”
Re: I Don't Dream In Color
Date: 2015-01-18 06:27 am (UTC)Re: I Don't Dream In Color
Date: 2015-01-18 09:37 am (UTC)I think that says plenty!
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Re: I Don't Dream In Color
Date: 2015-01-18 08:54 am (UTC)*impressed*
Re: I Don't Dream In Color
Date: 2015-01-18 09:36 am (UTC)It was an excellent prompt!