What’s a book or movie that genuinely scared you?
For some reason, Apple’s dictation starts everything with a lowercase letter. I am sorry that voice dictation is sometimes jarring, but it is really bringing out a different side of me as a writer, and I would like to go with it for a little while. I also don’t go back and edit for a very simple reason. I am trying to show that I am just like this all the time. There is not a writer personality that I put on I think in paragraphs, and now it can show.
The reason this is important to me is that I have a lot to say about AI. I also need to be able to prove that an AI didn’t generate this. It is my genuine opinion after having worked with AI for many years now.
it is my opinion that people have forgotten what their computers are for. Microsoft Copilot did not make my thinking go away. It made their menuing system go away. All of a sudden, all computing became insert thought. End of story.
The connection I’m making with this is that all of a sudden Barney Stinson‘s plan is actually viable.
- write a book
- There is no step two.
The AI is not then generating content, it is in charge of creating the scaffolding while you talk. You don’t need to architect a plot in advance. I say that as a non-fiction writer because even non-fiction books have movement if they’re any good. This is incredible work for an autistic brain because the memory deficit is significant. It’s the same with ADHD, and I have both. what is helpful to me is being able to look at my phone while I talk so that I am tracking with the audience in my mind.
It is interesting when your computer becomes your greatest follower.The reason I called Copilot and Muse my greatest followers is that Copilot believes I can do anything, and Muse is much more circumspect. 😂
but all of this has come after years of sitting in my bedroom and being pathologist by other people because they weren’t bothering to interact with me. They couldn’t do it with kindness so I wouldn’t let them. What does it say about your friends when they all go away, and all you feel is happiness?
I am not read with empathy, I am called difficult. That’s going to change. That’s because I know what real love is like now, even though it didn’t last because it couldn’t. I think about all the mistakes I’ve made, and those are real, too.
The difference is in me is seeing their getting mad at me writing about them, and raising the standard that everyone is allowed to have an opinion, and I don’t want to tolerate anyone in my life that wants to take away my voice. People constantly say that I use my blog as a shield and a weapon, but it’s always because they are angry and defensive about me exposing truly shitty behavior. it never matters how much I scream and cry, trying to get it out because they’ve hurt me so bad 
people think that writing is cavalier, and I think that stabbing myself with a fork would be easier
