JealousGod216

I have lately wrestled with the value of my own life, that is not to say that I wish it to end, that is to say, I wonder what was the point? I know this is born from frustration, anger, jealously, self loathing, and occasional over exposure to toxic internet sources. "Real writers" is a conversation that eats at my brain virtually every day, and from there I am robbed a little more of my value. You see, I have a 13th book coming out in November, but there are those who would argue, that because I have no agent, and no publishing house, that I am not a real writer. That my efforts to share stories with the world, are robbing the deserved and learned of their rightful place in the pantheon of great writers. I often wrestle with the idea of just giving up, putting my writing together, and just writing as an outlet, leaving it unpublished, unread, unworthy. But I often feel that were I to do that, I would be giving the toxic minority a say in my wellbeing, and that is something I...

I worked a fair bit on my project tentatively titled 'Raven' today, tidying a little of Yesterdays 1,844 words, and adding another 1,389. I recently decided that any amount of writing is sufficient for a day, so I stick to what I am able to do without effort, then refocus on other things. Today, I am learning to do other things, and expand my reach - let's start with the thing I am learning. So I have decided to learn how to do pixel art - don't ask why, I am not entirely sure why either, it just seems like a fun little thing to do, so I made a pixel campfire, it looks like crap, but I made it and it is mine. I think that is one of the things I have come to learn of late, you really are limited only by your patience. I have seen so many posts that are blatantly AI, and the people posting them are so pleased with themselves, it is kind of sad to be honest. That all being said, back to my day. So after writing, and making a pixel campfire, and having some lunch (lamb and ...

 I have decided to try and be the change I want to see in others, where I currently see toxicity, I want to be kindness, where I see anger and bigotry, I want to be kindness and acceptance. I know it sounds corny, but it is true, sure I get angry about things, but they feel like sane and justifiable things, like how mad it makes me that people treat other human beings as 'less than' because of gender/race/religion/sexuality, we are all the same, yet there are those who call wanting that equality 'woke' - as if equality is some kind of perverse need. people are more mad at others on line asking for equality, than they are that children are dying in warzones! how does that make any sense? so like I say, I often feel my frustration with the world at large is justifiable, but all that said, I cannot shake the feeling that to beat the loud and angry, you have to be one of them - certainly feels that way at times. Today was not a good day for me, mentally, I really struggled ...

The last couple of days have been something of a no-show from me, I have had some issues with my sleep pattern and this has led to me being lethargic, disheartened, tired. More so then usual. But I wanted to take a moment to talk about something that has been rattling around in my brain for the last several days - but to discuss it, I need to share the crux of what started me on this trail. I saw a post on a social media platform by a writer, that made a specific note of; "Not all stories need to be told" Now, I am going start by discussing what the posters intended  point was, then I'll get to my points in relation to this. this may be a long post, and that was one of the things I was most concerned with doing when it came to post in previous iterations of this blog.  The intended point of the poster was that not all stories can be told at the time the writer/creator dreams them up, and there is plenty of evidence in media to support this point of view, we see time and a...

So today, I really struggled, for context yesterday I was at a very low mood all day and frankly getting myself out of bed this morning was a bit of a task, that all being said as the day has gone on I have done more to correct my course. first I wrote a little on a new project that may or may not become something substantial, but 600 words is a nice amount all the same, keeps the grey matter ticking. second, I did something I have been meaning to do for a while - I have begun to roll out my ebooks on additional platforms. I have submitted 2 of my books to both Kobo and Google ebook stores, I will be adding more tomorrow, as well as adding these and any other to Apple ebook store. The two books are: The why is pretty straightforward: Coffee collection is a collection of my 4 current poetry and short story anthologies, and Junderfell is my previous best book, with "We Will Not Survive" being the new best (it drops in November, more news to follow). I'll be bringing all of ...

The following is a long, dark read, dealing with some dark themes and subjects, reader discretion is advised. ~~ Today I need to rest, I overdid it yesterday, having underdone.... is that a word?.... anyway, I haven't been active for long enough, to then do loads in a day, I am now very tired, and achy. That said my brain and my fingers work just fine (giggidy), so I figure I would write a bit. I posted a video on TikTok explaining to a small extent my disdain for generative AI, now I am very clear on this, there is dangerous AI, and there is fair AI. Fair AI examples: spell checker, grammar checker, Maps, circle to search, auto generated captioning, algorithmic shuffle on music sites. These and others use, what I will refer to as, assistive AI, they work within a set of parameters, they don't create something, they don't do the work for you, they work to enable some level of individual thought, a gentle nudge of information, but never a 'thinking for you' approach....