Willekeurige alinea-generator

Waarom willekeurige alinea's werken

Het brein haat een lege pagina, maar is dol op een kleine afleiding. Het lezen van een willekeurige alinea dwingt je aandacht naar iets concreets, en concrete dingen roepen associaties op. Een zin over een vuurtorenwachter doet je denken aan mist, dan aan eenzaamheid, dan aan het gemiste telefoontje van je hoofdpersoon. De alinea is niet de bestemming. Het is de eerste duw die je nodig had om de helling af te rollen.

Gebruiksmogelijkheden buiten het schrijven

Ontwerpers zijn dol op echte alinea's omdat lorem ipsum misleidend is. Latijnse tekst heeft een andere letterfrequentie, geen leestekenritme en geen emotionele lading. Echte Engelse alinea's laten zien hoe een lay-out tot leven komt wanneer deze gevuld is met het soort inhoud dat gebruikers zullen lezen. Probeer een alinea in je hero-blok en kijk of de tekst nog steeds tot leven komt wanneer de woorden betekenis hebben.

Aanwijzingen, oefeningen en warming-ups

Schrijvers kunnen een willekeurige alinea gebruiken als dagelijkse warming-up. Lees hem één keer en besteed vervolgens tien minuten aan het reageren erop. Ga de discussie aan, ga ermee verder, herschrijf het in de stijl van je huidige project. Docenten kunnen een alinea voor de klas neerleggen en vragen om een ​​samenvatting, een weerwoord of een vervolg. Dezelfde generator wordt een ander instrument, afhankelijk van wat je ervan vraagt.

Maak het je eigen

Blijf doorlezen tot een alinea je niet meer loslaat. Let op welke zin je aansprak en vraag jezelf af waarom. Was het het ritme, het beeld, het onverwachte werkwoord? Dat opmerken is de echte oefening. Steel de techniek, laat de woorden weg en schrijf de volgende alinea in je eigen stijl. Herhaal dit morgen en zie hoe je standaardzinnen stilletjes verbeteren.

Je concept voeden

Om willekeurige alinea's effectief te gebruiken, overweeg het volgende:

• Heb je een setting, dialoog of innerlijke monoloog nodig?
• Moet de toon duister, hoopvol of grillig zijn?
• Hoe lang moet elke alinea zijn?
• Ga je de inhoud aanpassen of uitbreiden?
• Zou het combineren van meerdere alinea's nieuwe ideeën kunnen opleveren?

Wat zijn goede alinea's?

Deze generator bevat duizenden willekeurige alinea's. Hier zijn enkele voorbeelden om mee te beginnen:

• There was an accident. Bobby said there was an accident. He said I was in the accident. He said I caused the accident. | © Kristina England
• To the eye of a visitor in those parts, the gloom outside threatened rain. I know, because I was a visitor in those parts, and when I looked out the window, I saw rain. | © Brian Moore
• On the shores of the swamp, two teenagers fell in love during the twilight of an autumn night. He kicked off his shoes and rolled up his pants
• she slid from her sandals and held the hem of her dress in her right hand. There were grimy jars underneath the back steps of the house. He unscrewed the lids and handed her one. She let go of the hem of her dress, and they waded into the water together. Dashing through the shallows, they caught an odd dozen of fireflies. After releasing their catch, he brushed a stray hair behind her ear and kissed her for the first time. | © Laura Konrad
• During the day my father had the appetite of an elderly woman. A single poached egg and a bit of dry toast for breakfast. Lunch, a sliced tomato with a dollop of tuna fish. Later, a monk’s dinner, boiled chicken and stringy broccoli spears. But Pop’s diet belied his physique
• he was rhino-shaped, five-foot-eight, sporting Buddha’s belly, and weighing-in at least an eighth of a ton. | © Timothy O’Leary
• The elementalist had ruled the land for decades now, keeping his subordinates clenched tightly in his iron fist. He was the greatest, and last, sorcerer in the land, he had made sure of that. As a master of the elements, fear was his tactic, magic his weapon. On some days he would be benevolent, and bless his skinny farmers with a flow of rich waters to nourish the land. On others, he would send all-destroying hurricanes, fill the fields with rocks that attacked anyone who tried to remove them or simply send an inferno that incinerated entire harvests. Yes, his people lived in fear. | © Martin Hooijmans
• Ellie retired today. She was eight and a half. She and Anna had known each other since they were both one week old. Ellie, an elephant head, was attached to the middle of a small blanket, about fifteen inches square. The blanket was pink, hemmed in green satin which Anna loved to stroke with her fingers while she sucked her thumb. Ellie covered Anna’s face when she didn’t want to be seen at all. Anna could not sleep without Ellie and carried her as she was crawling and, later, when she started to walk. Ellie traveled in the car, to restaurants, to birthday parties and Phillies games. Once the family forgot Ellie on a road trip and Anna’s dad had to turn around and pick her up or no one would be sleeping much at all. Ellie did not attend first or second grade though. She waited quietly on Anna’s bed until nightfall. | © Marian Brooks
• The forest was filled with the sounds of machines. Rough men with chainsaws and loading trucks dominated the area, cutting down the mass of pine trees that stretched out for miles. One exquisitely great tree, the one they called ‘Lone Pine’, overlooked it all with a mixture of pride and sorrow. Pride, for he was the biggest tree, the master of all, the one left alone to grow stronger each year. Sorrow, for all his companions were taken away every time winter showed its snowy head. Of course they were replaced by new ones, but after years and years the giant tree did not bother getting too close to any of them anymore. Instead, he had become an advisor and leader to the other trees, using his size and the strength of his roots to impress. One time, a lady pine had been so amazed that she had dropped all her needles in awe. Now that was a tale worth telling to the young ones! | © Martin Hooijmans
• Mud Boy splashed through the puddles and sloshed through the mud, then launched himself onto the soggy turf. The field was so rutted from dog play that he didn’t slide but stuck in place-his face submerged in two inches of water, his loins in cold mud. Mud Boy’s mother laughed nervously, for people were watching. Mud Boy smiled up with a wet clump of grass sticking out of his mouth. His mom smiled down at him. “You look like those dinos eating in our book.” | © Jon Sindell
• Early in the morning, Wallace, Meg’s husband, went up a ladder to the rooftop to remove a bird’s nest clogging the rain spout. Later he jimmied off the wooden frame hanging over the basement door, which took some time. The wood was rotting and rainwater was seeping into the basement’s walls and onto the floor. Meg stayed at her piano. Wallace passed her in her piano room as he left the house an hour later, calling out, “I’m going to Home Depot to buy caulk.” He came directly home fifteen minutes later and caulked the gaps he’d made where he’d removed the door frame. | © Lisa Weiss
• It’s amazing what one notices, when one finds out their time for noticing is coming to an end. Like you have spent your entire life walking around with your eyes shaded by a translucent curtain, and then one day, they are reopened like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. I wonder if we ever truly see things, even as a child. Like a new born seeing its mother’s breast for the first time. No, I don’t think we ever really care to see anything for what it truly is, until our eyes are awakened by the foresight of never seeing anything again. I think a man born without sight sees more with one simple touch of the hand then we do our entire lives. Sure, I suppose we see a lot, but do we ever stop to realize what we’re seeing? To let it sink in to our over developed alien brains? I think not. We are too busy rushing to our early graves to stop and “listen” to what we are actually seeing. | © Billy Mundane