The AI keeps changing the chapter outlines. It takes out what I like, does this and that. I saved them all, much to anyone's consternation I suppose. I now have to look through all this, sit back and by hand outline the book as a human, with this as notes.
The AI would not add a drug related subplot I need, and it makes a hero out of a guy who is not. I have to make that clearer. The AI keeps wanting a superhero but I have been bloodied and it does not make you a fucking hero, it makes you, in my case, a victim of evil fucking people.
I want a book about a guy desperate to avoid violence, because war is playing in his head and he is trying to forget it. Like myself. The trauma I understand, that does not mean his is mine. His is what works for the story, a person who is not me, a character, who does things I would never do. He becomes a drunk in prison, known for selling hooch. Etc.
I had not considered writing a book again. I used to write with pleasure and when that died... I let social media have too much of me, but there is a reason for that. I have a mission that involves feeding unknowing fools information to make them dance like puppets, out into the light, where crowds will surround them, the people who appear where you think no one is there.
Well, since giving my name, which I may take down... I was censored on Bluesky. The Bio of me is... silly. This is my first attempt at this, so understand that I will get better. But it is an experiment. I will be using this blog more to express myself since it is the only one active.
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