I can start this off with something like, “Get some water.” “Moisten that mouth” but I won’t. ( I kind of did. Didn’t I?)
There is an abundance of comments in the winter and fall. I find that when it gets hot everyone tends to stop commenting. Is it as simple as that? The heat. Everyone is outside socializing and rarely has time to read and comment.
I do not blame them. Outside is better than inside all year. There are those who cannot go out and the most socializing they have is with the commenters. Sad but true. I try my best to comment when I can but that does not mean that I am immune to wanting someone to comment back.
Yes, I can go out and socialize but I love to write. To entertain with my stories and the worlds I create. It makes me excited when someone takes the time to give a thumbs up or that’s interesting.
This is not a look at me writing. (well, yah, look at me. lol) It’s more of I need to get this out of my head writing so I can think of something else.
I guess I don’t have summer tongue. Not yet at least.
Hello everyone. You maybe wondering why I started off this way?
I was thinking that we are all in one form another are being fed maggots. It really wasn’t maggots. It was rice soup, but you get what I am saying, I hope.
We, as a society, are always changing and evolving. Listening to a YouTuber, podcaster, on my way to work. She was talking about how AI is taking over the way we write. And she is not the first to state this, but what I found fascinating is that she is looking for writing to have some kind of typos in it. Not to criticize it but just to see the human element.
The human element. We pride ourselves on always advancing our knowledge and finding new ways of doing things. There’s nothing wrong with that. But who is the gatekeeper or the person who’s going to say, “slow it down? You’re going too fast,” and our society is going to be in trouble because we don’t know when to say when or when to take a breath.
I am the owner of a short story and poetry magazine. A couple of the writers were complaining, “Oh, I see a typo. I need to fix it.” You as the writer or the human, if you want to fix your writing. So be it. Fix your writing.
That is your choice, and we are perfectionists with what we put out. But what about those readers who likes to see mistakes and imperfections. “Oh, this is actually from the writer. This is not something that AI fixed or changed.”
We all need to take a breath because we’re going too fast. Moving like they say in the science fiction hemisphere, at the speed of light, if not faster. In this world of Cars that do not need a driver now or automatic correction to words that you’ve never seen or did not intend to be on the page makes you wonder, why are we doing this to ourselves?
As children, we like to invent and create. As adults, we like to invent and create. But as an adult, is it always fun to invent and create when it’s at the detriment of us losing our own style and nuances in the way we write and convey what we think? Not anti AI, just anti losing who we are.
Have you ever had a massage that was so intense that the muscles in your stomach cramped up.
OMG
The woman almost had me begging to stop. I needed the massage for my back, but my stomach was protesting.
When she decided to climb on the table to get really into the muscle, I slammed my hand on the table giving the sign that you won. I give up. All athletes recognize that sign.
Maybe she never seen Wrestling or Mixed martial arts. There was no white flag to wave in surrender.
Then I heard it the buzzer saying our time is over and my body is my own to torture as I please.
I considered calling for help because I am pretty sure several bones snapped and normally that relieves some of the pain, I had a sneaky suspicion that my skeleton was not going to hold up my frame.
I was going to go down hard. Fine…I will survive. This is just my way of saying “I paid for this. Why am I complaining?”
The person who created this concoction, I am convinced, was just trying to lull some unsuspecting woman into a state of euphoric bliss before pouncing on them.
What a way to start this right. Kill me off. Death by chocolate. Any way I will continue as I laugh at myself.
I notice that my poems get a lot of love, and my stories, as long as they are short, are being read. When I see the likes its like having chocolate for me.
I just devour it and then smile. This is just me musing over my thoughts today since it is valentines day.
I have finally made the time to go down the welcome to Word press trail. I have meant to do that for a while, and I have gotten caught up with life.
I have read some very interesting introductions, and I hope that the ones who started on here for therapeutic purposes find some semblance of peace.
When I started on WordPress many years ago, my motive was to get people to read my work. I figured I don’t have to publish a book if people took the time and just read what I wrote this way.
I started putting out my stories here and now I have a blend of stories and poetry. It is funny what happens in life. I have published a book. Working on publishing another one. I own a literary site, a magazine and, now a bookstore.
The bookstore is in its infancy, but it will grow. All this to say is that we never know what may happen when we go down our own rabbit hole.
Still, when it is time to hop to it, I must at least. I have been spending a lot of time on Stars Rite. A writing community. If you are curious, come and see what it is like and say hello.
There are days I feel like I spread myself too thin, like butter on dried toast. You know how the heat from the toast just melts it in the crevasse. Then there are days I feel like I am the tube of butter a one slice of toast couldn’t melt me in its wildest dreams. lol
What an opening, just to say I have a lot on my plate. I have finished the third edition of my Hypo Frost magazine, and I have created an online bookstore where I import books myself. On top of that, I am running a poetry and writing site.
What is wrong with me? lol
I am a writer. I love creating worlds in my mind or doing twisted things to people in this world. My poetry is free-flowing thoughts and emotions. In one year, I wrote over 500 poems. some long, some short, but all mine. Well a few I did with a partner.
I guess I can be convincing if I want to collaborate on poetry and stories. Why am I writing this? I just need to write. I wanted to give you all an update and at the same time just write my thoughts as it tumbles out.
As words trickle down from a mind consumed with thought,
One wonders with the flow stop, and will the pool stay still stagnant?
I will keep going till the water stops flowing. I hope you do too. fire starters.
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