The office where I do my writing is so hot. And not like in the sexy hot yoga way. Is hot yoga sexy pr is it just done with the heater on? I have honestly never cared to know.
I did almost get a gig doing ghostwriting. With the shitty writing that AI is doing now, it's probably hard to find someone doing proper human writing. And there's such a noticeable difference. My buddy Josh sent me some of his AI novel and it is awful. There's probably a neat idea somewhere in there, but it feels like it was written by an alien speculating about earth and humans that they've never met. And I suppose that's what it is, when you think about it.
Anyway, I almost got this one, but the client wants some kind of Fandom writing. Not to say that I wouldn't do that sort of thing, but I don't have the knowledge he needs. And that's okay. But it's go to know that someone out there needs the work that I can do. So, I guess there's that. I almost hit 1000 words on my novel for yesterday, even with the fudgery of having to switch platforms. Apparently, google docs is shit after about 10,000 words. Good to know. So now I'm doing my writing in Wavemaker.
My feelings about writing oscillate wildly. I flip from being angry because I haven't gotten any money out of it and then to just being happy I get to do it. It's weird. I'm not sure where I'm at today. I think my problem is that art is a two-way diagram. You need someone to experience the art to complete it, otherwise it is no different than nature. That sounded weird, didn't it? Let me explain (he said, knowing that literally no one was there).
If you look at a hillside, it's beautiful on it's own, right? All the sculpted lines and erosion, the mineral deposits running down the rocky surfaces and so on. But what if no one was able to see it? There are tons of natural features on Earth that no one will ever see, even more if you start looking out at other worlds and exoplanets. There might be a really breath-taking and amazing rock formation on Proxima Centauri b that no one ever gets to see. Personally, I think we'll get there someday, but that's not the point. If no one sees it, is it still beautiful?
I suppose, as an artist, I am the one experiencing my creation. And yet, since I'm making it, I can never truly see it. The diagram cannot be completed with only me. I might be feeling philosophical today. But the point is, I feel a strong need to have someone else experience my art. I feel like that's the only way it can be real. To leave my mind and enter the mind of another.
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