Lol! Damn i have the same problem! My wife says i lack a filter, but i don't think that's it. I just prefer to get what's in my head out, so it comes right out of my mouth. Nice make-up move with the cookies, if that's what it was. Peace!
1. We have robot nannies... TakTak, Bookfate, cdw...
2. I am blessed in Montana. Others shovel. Growing up my mother shoveled. She loved winter.
3. I need to unclutter and clean before I leave Udon Thani and when I arrive in Missoula.
My life skills... were missing. I've patched some of the holes; but still don't like doing some things so I keep it simple. Or I avoid. No need to work for others at my age so I don't.
Yep. The News hasn't been rosy. I can come up with answers and maybe even some objectives towards the goals of making life more rewarding and peaceful. But... there's an investment in power and self-righteousness and too many are greedy and lustful for both.
As for tea... I mix coffee and cocoa all the time.
I think it could help me write a skeleton of a story that I could then revise.
Or... it could create entertainment and I'd never have to read nor write again.
We already have enough entertainment available on-line. There isn't any need to leave the cave, interact with real people or create anything new. We won't live long enough to listen to all the music on youtube or learn everything at wikipedia.
It can lead to stagnation: the regurgitation of yesterday's offerings.
Life can provide a setting, a character, a plot... but living it can get in the way of actually writing about it.
I wonder how many writers became 'great' because they were able to both live a life and then put it on a shelf for a period of time while they wrote about it.
I asked Copilot to write me a poem. Fantastic. Reply:
Certainly! Here's a whimsical and fantastical poem for you:
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**The Enchanted Grove**
In the heart of twilight's veil,
Where moonbeams dance and secrets sail,
Lies an ancient grove, veiled in mist,
Where dreams take root and shadows twist.
Beneath the boughs of silver-green,
Fairies weave their silken sheen,
Their laughter echoes through the night,
Guiding lost souls toward the light.
The trees, the... [Read more]
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