I was planning on taking a break from social media for the month of December 2024, to think and write, undisturbed. But, I have decided to start, now, today ......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................this is my vow of silence. Seen but not heard. If I don't have anything nice to say, why say anything at all, or like my Mother said, if you are going to cuss, at least be creative and imagine the meaning of each of your cuss words.
November 4, 2024
Writing to the end of 2024
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| #inktober drawing for the 17th thru 22nd |
I’m ending this year by writing. 2024, it’s been quite a year so far. Today is November 4th. The election is tomorrow, over half of the Nation has already voted, and it’s so stressful, like the pressure and drool just before you throw up. The world is spinning, just enough to make balance feel off, and you are not happy-drunk to numb the pain. That’s how it feels at my house anyways.
BFF’s job, the giant company that bought the small company he worked for, for over a decade, is laying off another wave of people. Good people, some of them, contractors who are in the Ukraine, their wives and children in asylum, far away in other countries. It’s heartbreaking, he knows it’s bad for them. One of the contractors is also taking care of his elderly Dad, who also is not allowed to leave the country with the women and children, who are now not there to take care of the elderly men.
And here I am, sincerely grateful to be American. I’ve already voted and checked to make sure my ballot got to the counting machine.
Last month, October, I distracted myself by doing #inktober an ink drawing per day in October. It was nice, but reminded me why I’m not a cartoonist. I did seriously consider becoming a cartoonist. Several times over the course of my life actually, not just last month. I love cartoons, not comic books really, cartoons, the silly scribbly ones with more jokes and less fighting.
My plan for November was to do NaNoWriMo but something has happened with the company having to do with AI and a small but bad conspiracy about grooming children. I sure hope that is a lie. The Ai stuff? It’s there in print, and I don’t agree. I think people churning out Ai generated trained novels and articles in a sham, and I don’t like it. I think the Ai should be doing fact checking for lies in the news, and writing author and artist credits -- to stop humans intellectual property and creative work from being stolen, not doing the stealing, or this so called creative work of humans. I can barely even stand autocorrect or the Ai that suggests crap when I’m trying to chat with my family. Grammar is to change over time. That is the nature of human language. Dictionaries are useful communication tools, but being able to choose your own words is a freedom of speech level issue, especially when talking with your loved ones.
I do very sincerely appreciate spelling help. I do also need help with homophones, words that sound like other words but have another meaning, I stumble over these two issues a lot. But, if I have an ideal, it is an ideal and if I have an idea, then it’s an idea and the two are not the same even if idea is the more popular word. It’s very, very tiresome to believe you have the right to choose your own words and have to fight as you type to make some Ai stop changing what you are attempting to communicate, especially if you are writing poetry, or fiction dialogue, have a funny non common spelled name (you think it would learn how to spell the authors name, but no?) and never mind the spelling of terrible character’s names. Ai. There’s a line. Don’t cross it will me or I’m going to get a brainless text editor. Oh, and I know I need a human editor. There's never been any doubt about that. If they succeed in an Ai editor that can help me polish my writing, not break it up and destroy it? Then they may have an actual intelligent algorithm happening.
I need to write. I haven’t been writing. It’s time. I need to write for other people so I had planned to do a 100k word count NaNoWriMo goal this month, but then everyone says boycott the company. And so I found another counting site. And of course just like Twitter turning into X and social networking being splintered into many directions, in my case. 5? Let’s see, ummm.. Facebook, (that I can barely stand but is where the most people I know are), Instagram, now owned by Facebook, but I don’t always have photos to share, and then BlueSky, Mastodon and Threads that I rotate ignoring. Oh, and Reddit. It’s 6 apps now that I waste my procrastination time with.
Anyways. I’ve been writing again. I started November 1st, with 3,422 words. Nov 2nd, I was up to 7,055 words, I moved to https://trackbear.app/ on November 3rd, added my NaNoWriMo word count there, and ended the evening yesterday 8,481 the last word count update to NaNoWriMo. And today, via Track Bear, my morning writing word count was 11,687.
Onwards, peace and love, ☮ +💚, Uva Be
P.s. the illustration for this blog post is a screenshot of 6 of my ink drawings as posted on my Instagram feed.