I just finished a book

I just finished a book – reading it, not writing it – writing one takes so much longer.

Anyway.

I have thoughts about this book.

Angry thoughts.

I started out loving it. The set-up, the descriptions, the style.

And then.

It took a dark turn. Ok, I’ll come along. I like you, little book. I like your style. Let’s see where this goes.

And, alas, it went into best-seller territory. Where all the tired tropes and soap opera elements swirl together into a blizzard of drama that I hurried through, coldly, hoping, in spite of myself, that the book would return to its roots. Its beautiful language and landscape.

It was not to be.

I don’t know that we’re really going to notice a change, when AI starts writing all the books and screenplays.

Sometimes, that makes me sad.

But what do I know. It could also be a cause for hope. Because once we have a clear picture of what we don’t want, it might be easier to create what we do.

At least that’s the hope.

I do have hope.

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