The future for writers regarding AI generated written books….

The topic is interesting and yet rather silly from my point of view. This post inspiration comes from Author level Up podcast….

It’s interesting time for writers with advent of AI generated books and the sense of some writers feeling this the end of one era and the beginning of another.

I’m left however feeling like….what the fuck is the worry here? I hear the arguments and concerns and such but again AI is just another form of competition if that.

I’ve read and heard some of the written works of AI and I’m left with a feeling of…okay. It sounds like a generated voice in a sea of the same old shit, shat out by hundreds of authors in a sea of books and bullshit.

What is a writer?

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A writer is an artist. There is no fucking way of getting away around it. Written books of pieces of art and collective voices of generations of voices moving through time. Readers don’t just buy, collect and read books for pure information or entertain entirely.

Voice, personality and ego all feed into why some books stand the test of time and others nobody can give two shots about. Beauty and flow of artistic experience and word Smith craft go into engraving into the minds of humans and color the imagination.

AI isn’t the future.. Is is the present tool of the age. Just like the word processor was the beginning age for modern writers. The computer killed the common use of the type writer. It didn’t kill the need to craft a story worth people giving a damn to read.

“Writers write.” – Throw momma from the train.

I love that movie. But, I didn’t come to understand the other half of sentence until many years and books later. Writers write because the urge to craft words into art never goes away.

AI generated books won’t be the death nail for writers because writers would have to stop writing for it to happen. By that time painters would have to give a damn about AI generated drawings.

On a side note. Now I don’t have to worry about hiring a narrator to narate my stories. AI narration is sounded pretty good. But, still you never know. I might get the Urge to narrate my own shit.

Warm Regards,



The shit storm of 2022…Lord of the Amazon queens is coming…

I’m looking at the Amazon Lord of the Rings shit and it’s fucking hilarious at this point on the video.

It’s got 4.9 million views and only 21k likes at the time I’m looking at it and in the comment section it’s all one comment in Russian….

“Зло не может создать нечего нового, оно может только испортить и разрушить то, что изобрели или создали добрые силы” – J.R.R.Tolkien


“Evil cannot create anything new, it can only spoil and destroy what good forces have invented or created.”

  • J. R. R. Tolkien


I’m looking around the interwebs for differing opinions and click on some blogger that put up a blog post about it in the theme of….that’s not what he said. That’s not what it means. They’re just being trolls…haha.

I get the scent of beta in his writing.

The dude is weird….he doesn’t get it mainly because well he’s a kinda a shill fence sitting blogger that leans left on the flat asses and fake smiles of Hollywood side. So he sides with the money and sounds a bit like a drunk off his ass guy on consumer of all things shit and otherwise.

The point of the rage is simple. Lord of Rings has an old loyal fan base to it. Amazon is attempting to take Lord of the rings and corrupting something already good, mucking something that had meaning and pissing on the work of a great man and artist’s work.

As an artist and writer my thoughts are….fuck em.

Amazon doesn’t have the courage and the means of creating something of their own. They can only grave rob the work of a writer that did something good and turn it into shit.

The quote is correct in the meaning. The dude just doesn’t give a damn to see the issue from the prospect of another person.

This is not a dis on the dude it’s just the fencing sitting shit is weak sauce to me especially in writing from an opinion. Take a side and take a stand. Nobody gives a fuck about people pleasing beta bitch shit.

Warm regards


P. S.

Please just ignore it and let the Lord of Amazon queens die a quick death in the silence indifference.

The legend of Zelda call back to the stories of west and the moral virtues of old.

The hero’s journey and the struggle for man against a power hungry pig and quest to save the princess.

The legend of Zelda is a series of games that vary in good, bad and weird. I have my favorites. I just like the series in general.

Zelda just offers fun and mini challenges that appeal to me as a pick up and play or just zen out on a Saturday morning.

Challenges. I just enjoy the levels of challenges that rang in degree.

The story isn’t fucked with that much overall but it has it’s levels of blend and refinement of the hero’s journey. I love how the Legends change but the archetypes and names remain the same. The moral code remains the same and layered in complex themes. Courage (the Hero) wisdom (the Princess) and power (the Pig).

Courage guided by purpose. Wisdom seen as the prize to obtain and power as seen as the thing to tame and bring into submission by the combination of courage and wisdom working together.

Gameplay is action adventure, challenges and puzzles. It’s all just one fun little ride.

Warm Regards


Brainstorming let’s take tomorrow people 1990s Let’s add some action and magic bullshit.

There is no real action or combat with tomorrow people because they’re nonviolent pussies. I saw Jumper and read some shit on teleporters. But, that wouldn’t fit the world.

Tomorrow people evade and run. They’re not combative outright. But, they have the ability to teleport objects and people though. Wait. Fuck it. Let’s add some matrix shit. Mix..

Kevin Grey

End of book one or end of season 1


Kevin? I woke up beside Lisa. Where the fuck was Kevin. Peter was swimming in now. Lisa got up.

Kevin is in danger. He’s scared. Peter’s been shot I have to tend to him.

Lisa teleported away in a royal blue blaze of energy. I didn’t have time. I focused on Kevin and then felt for safe spot in his area. None. Shit. I was going in hot.

I ran at the wall and leaped into a kick. I kicked into dude that was choaking Kevin.

The asshole went flying but he wasn’t alone. Magic shit heads surrounded us. I grabbed Kevin and teleported.

A fucker grabbed me out of the jump but Kevin was already at the island. I was yanked into a desert.

A felt a gun to my head. His hand was on my throat. “Give me the location to the origin, freak.”

I came to my feet as he disappeared. I sent in echo out into the desert. A felt her. Betty. Shit. Not her. Not now.

She appeared behind me blocking my mind. “You took a chance in teleporting him away. You could have changed him. Like Kevin did Peter. Little brother.”

I smiled. “He had a gun to my head. It was the fasted solution to a problem but you would know better then me how easy is it to become what we are?”

“Are you asking to keep me from killing you?”

I turned as she shot out fire from her hand. We faced each other. She had a sword in her hand.

We circled each other. I stared at her. She smiled at me.

“Are you her…”

I frowned. “Brother? Yes. I’m her brother. You know it wasn’t easy learning our language on my own just to find out I wasn’t an alien from outer space.” I said and held up my hand when she draw her gun and the gun landed a mile a way.

“Nice. You would make a fine wizard lad once you lost your pussy mindset.”

I shrugged. “Your not my enemy. Can your partner swim?”

Betty stared at me and then laughed. “He isn’t my partner and he can’t swim at all. You’re different. If you bring my sister to me I’ll let you live.”

I held out my hand. I felt orgin fighting me. “Take my hand.”

Betty stared at me. “What is this?”

You belong to us not them. Ah! Shit. Come on dude. You got to be forgiving. We’re only human.

I felt orgin reprimanding me and pulling me home.

Betty snorted. “You really do love her. Damn. Na’aw. I don’t want to live on that stupid island and I like magic and the modern world to much. All I want is my sister.”

I dropped my hand. “You already have her. She’s in your mind and your in hers. No matter what bullshit they told. You still belong to us. Don’t forget that.” I said.

Betty nodded. “I hear you and I know. What is your name?”

“Adam. But, you already know that. I didn’t abandon you.” I said feeling Lisa and the Orgin calling me back.

Betty smiled. “I wasn’t talking about you. Your name isn’t Adam though. Orgins have names that reflect their position in the tribe. Yours is a very high position.”

“I know. But, I wasn’t among the first awoken. So I don’t accept the title.”

Betty shook her head. She studied me. “You are interesting. I killed your parents.” She told the lie with a straight face to hide an attack.

It still hurt but I learned something about her and Orgins.

I teleported into the Orgin as a wazard tried to stab me in the back. I stood before Kevin, Lisa and Pete was a short red haired girl. I estimated her height at full maturity at 5’7.

Pete frowned at me. I’m alien he-man warrior. I’m not a girl.

I glared at her. Stop distracting me.

Pete was a wild one now. Even after being shot in the chest.

Kevin folded his arms across his chest. “What did you learn from her that we can use?” He said having watched the whole thing through my mind and analyzed the lie and what I thought.

That was Kevin. That was what made him our current leader even at fifteen. I could feel his power growing.

She told me a lie in a truth. She can’t kill us.

Kevin nodded. We can’t kill her. What do we do now?

I shook my head sat on cross legged on the air. Lisa rolled her eyes at my show of power while Kevin and Pete grinned. Betty is a long term problem. We have to find Lisa’s mother and your parents and where they’re being held. But for right now it’s time to train.

Hot damn! I like it.

Warm Regards


Art. Real art from movies, comics paintings is supposed to speak to you back what is true.

I believe that shit to my immortal American Highlander soul. Real art is supposed to call to that side of you that was passed down to you in your blood in your culture.

Art is supposed to mirror back to you what is true. Western art. Again for us we have a saying….the Good, the Beautiful and the True.

Matt Damon is a Pimp cocain liberal asshole to his core. Fucker shook hands with fucking elite gangster assholes and has a card that shows you the date when he took the ticket however….

Goodwill Hunting is a fucking work of art my friend. Nothing he’s done sense can top it in my estimation. The fucking words. The fucking moments of truth about how fucking people act from cultural standing and the inner demons of fear some of us have to dual with on the regular…holy shit.

I watched that shit almost as much as I watched GroundHog Day. GHD is still better. Goodwill hunting though. That shit spoke to me. That shit had a scent of beauty and truth.

I remember the words like quotes from the books of legends past. Goodwill Hunting is art to me. It’s of a kind the type of art I dream of crafting in words and feeling.

Warm Regards


How did The CW the Flash show become converged into big mac shit sandwich.

If you do something long enough and study the good and bad in the process you get the feeling for when something has converged from being creative to being a shit sandwich layered in mayonnaise.

The strange case of the Flash on the CW converging into the shitter. A post that deserves a deep analysis of it’s own but being short on time because I got to get to work let’s cut through the bullshit.

The Flash was a simple B graded show in the beginning. It had heart and simple stories and a likeable main character good budget at the beginning. It didn’t need to be more it started out good.

What the fuck happened? In a word. A shitstorm. It became an overbloated shit storm my dude that other shity CW shit shows sucked the fucking blood and life from to stay alive.

Now. If you like the shit storm of the CW shit machine to each his own bullshit. But, honest and true. At the fucking beginning The Flash as a show that focused on the charecter and his story is much more watchable then what the fuck happened with all these side characters fucking their way into the Flash’s universe.

It’s a lesson in art. You can start out focused and over bloat your shit from the focus.


You can start out with a mess and turn the shit around by focus and detail. Bob Ross would have said it more elegantly.

Warm Regards


P. S. We didn’t need a Super Girl show mother fucker. Wonder Woman can have as many shows from now to forever. Fuck it. Team Wonder Woman rules. Suck it, Super Girl fan boys.