My current mood is having a writer crisis and realizing that my MMC was never a blond but a brunette, and was never a tan bish but a pasty boy with severe trauma. I am also rethinking whether Alexander fits him better over Christian. God! Don't I just LOVE making literal last minute changes (pls end the suffering).
Fuck writers using AI. Be for real right now, if you're not capable of using your own mind and words to create what you want, don't write. I've met people who use it as a method to maybe get names. Fine...to a certain degree, that is.
What happened to writers being tortured souls, carving every inch of themselves out to pour it, to bleed on paper, more modernly, on a document? What happened to talent, to needless urge to write the most beautiful poems ever and put them on a paper for people to marvel at?
Now brainless morons are using an app that sells off plagiarism to write books? If you can't do it, don't do it. Centuries of marvelling authors, authors that writers nowadays use as a model of what they want to achieve, getting replaced by freaking ChatGPT? Shame on you.
Dishonour on you, dishonour on your family, dishonour on your cow!
Damn. I love not having any exams apart from the silly little tests about two random things we did once in the last 10 minutes and just being able to waste my evening and afternoons trying to finish a book that I don't want to finish writing because that would mean staring the second and making my girl evil ðŸ˜
(it makes me sooooooo happy...)