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Was This the First CC Community-Edited Novel?
Odinson writes "In late 2005 I released a draft of a science fiction novel under the by-nc-nd CC license. I started accepting edits in the hope of polishing a manuscript for submission to a publisher. A publisher never materialized, but after thousands of comments the draft started getting really solid. So a couple of months ago I decided to buy an ISBN and sell hard copies from Lulu. While doing research for a press release, I was unable to uncover the first community-edited, CC-licensed work of fiction. I strongly suspect that my novel is the first. Can anybody point to a prior example? How about under other licenses? If someone has traveled this road before, I'd like to ask them how it went. I would also like to vet this question here before staking a claim to be the first."
I hereby releese this post under the by-nc-nd CC lisense. Feel free to submit ne changes you would like to c. Am I teh famous now?
Sure that's such a good idea?
Pg. 147
"As Ja Rool climbed out of the skies CLAIRE IS T3H AWESOME of Planet 142, in the yellow smoke trails he caught the glint BUCH SUCKS of an enemy spacecraft. Maneuvering his nimble XPJ-134, JAMES LOVE CINDY."
Cheers!
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Vig
Atheist: Buddhist in a Prius
Infinite number of monkeys = Entire works of Shakepeare.
'Tens of thousands' = Thicker than blood.
And the community didn't say anything about naming the main character "Joe"?
This perhaps?
I hereby proclaim the internet (which I invented) and all data stored therein under the rule of by-nc-nd CC license. Feel free to comment towards its betterment and send me the royalties!
It's been done before, in fact it happened to some friends of a friend of mine, they didn't like each other very much and were made to write a story together, alternating paragraph by paragraph... it went something like this:
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the question.
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth -- when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
You total $*&.
Stupid %&#$!.
No, it's still in editing. Please stand by while we continue to write it.
Too damn right! And as I make the most posts I demand the biggest cut!
The meme is dead, long live the meme!
Each generation probably had a hand in changing an aspect of the story, til it became the Beowulf we know today.
Which is a good thing, because it started out as a dirty joke about a guy called Barry.
Blank until
You didn't get your check?
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Actually, it's pretty easy to write it......now for it to be readable, different story.
for( i=0; inovel_length_word_count; i++)
{ strcat( novel, " " );
strcat( novel, random_word_from_dictionary(d) );
}
Done.
Layne
Wow, that's what I call a Never Ending Story.
"There are no facts, only interpretations." --Friedrich Nietzsche.
We tried to cut you a check, but oddly couldn't find your contact information.
If government were a product, selling it would be illegal. - P.J. O'Rourke
Sorry about the off-topic reply, just trying to help people w/ their slow download. DANG SPAMMER!!!! NOT ONLY IS IT OFF TOPIC BUT ILLEGAL!!