Сегодня с ИИ обсуждали и писали новую сцену для второй главы
Интересный опыт.
Сначала я попросила ИИ сгенерировать варианты. Из предложенных мне понравилась пара идей, и я их скомбинировала. Дальше долго разбирали подробности - как это сделать, какие могут быть препятствия и как изменить условия, чтобы это было возможно. Потом я попросила ИИ сгенерировать собственно текст сцены. После 5-6 итераций внесения правок я опять-таки сама из предложенных вариантов собрала тот, который более-менее меня устраивал (это было быстрее, чем с помощью ИИ), добавила в него несколько предложений от себя, попросив ИИ поправить ошибки.
Получилось довольно любопытно.
читать дальшеThe night draped over them like a thick blanket, hiding any hint of moonlight or stars behind a veil of clouds. Winter had transformed the land into a pristine white canvas, every surface covered in a layer of soft, reflective snow.
Tiara and Meloy stood side by side on the wall, the icy wind whispering through the night. Tiara unveiled her creation - the glider, a patchwork of wood and fabric that seemed delicate yet surprisingly resilient against the harsh elements.
"We will fly down on this thing," Tiara said, her voice carrying a mix of determination and excitement. "The guards will not see our trace."
Meloy glanced at the glider skeptically. "Tiara, this is risky. What if something goes wrong?"
Tiara's gaze softened briefly, her eyes reflecting understanding. "It should work. The wind is strong, it will carry us far, and we will not be caught. Anyway, we can’t go back at this point."
Meloy still harbored doubts, but Tiara was right: going back at this point will not do them any good. Tiara and Meloy gripped the edges of the glider, their fingers white-knuckled against the cold wood. Together, they hurled themselves into the night air, a leap of faith into the unknown. The wind, unforgiving and wild, caught the glider's wings immediately, thrusting them upward with a force that stole their breaths.
The glider, a fragile contraption in the vastness of the night, yielded to the whims of the wind with both grace and unpredictability. Tiara's shouts of excitement mingled with Meloy's silent prayers for stability echoed through the swirling currents, swallowed by the howling winds that whipped around them.
Meloy's knuckles whitened as he clung tighter, his eyes wide with a mix of exhilaration and fear. The glider veered dangerously close to the castle walls, then swooped upward, catching an updraft that sent them spiraling higher into the night.
The world reduced to the sound of rushing wind and the feel of the glider's wooden frame beneath their hands.
Tiara's eyes widened as she struggled to maintain control, her fingers flexing against the wooden frame. "Hold on, Meloy!" she shouted over the rushing wind. "We need to trust the wind!"
Meloy didn’t feel inclined to trust anything at this moment, except for the nagging realization that agreeing to Tiara’s plan had been a mistake. The glider was unpredictable and unreliable as Tiara herself, twisting and dipping in the turbulent winds like a leaf caught in a storm.
The snow-covered landscape below blurred into a monochromatic canvas, shadows hinting at unseen hazards. Yet amidst the danger, there was a beauty—a shared defiance against the constraints of their world.
But as they soared, the dark silhouette of the forest loomed ahead, its tangled canopy a menacing barrier in their path.
"We're heading towards those trees!" Meloy's voice cut through the rushing wind, urgency coloring his words.
Tiara's eyes widened as she scanned the looming forest. In a moment of desperate ingenuity, she lunged for a protruding part of the glider's frame and yanked it with all her strength. The glider responded with a jolt, its trajectory shifting just enough to avoid a direct collision with the dense canopy below, their swift flight transformed into a controlled descent marked by wild gyrations. They plummeted toward the forest, the glider now a fluttering leaf caught in a whirlwind. Tiara and Meloy held on for dear life as the world spun around them in a dizzying blur of snow and branches, its frame groaning but holding together.
With a final, heart-stopping swirl, the glider touched down on the edge of the forest, skidding through the underbrush before coming to a shuddering halt. Tiara and Meloy were thrown from their makeshift craft, landing in a snow-covered brushwood.
As they untangled themselves from the brushwood, relief washed over them. Tiara's eyes sparkled with triumph, while Meloy's expression hinted at a mix of frustration and newfound respect for Tiara's daring nature.


Может, мне писать сразу на английском?
Я, правда, не уверена, что тут хорошая стилистика с точки зрения английского языка, я его недостаточно хорошо знаю, чтобы проверить. В целом выглядит убедительно
Попросила ИИ перевести на русский, но получается ужасно коряво.
Не гарантирую, что эта сцена действительно будет в книге и что она будет именно такой. Пока это эксперимент.