My teenager was given a research assignment in science class requiring the usage of AI.
For a report on climate change.
For Earth Day.
I'm going to become the joker.
Posts by David Dalglish
Yo. Did you see the Beastmaster stuff on the live letter?
So… a small mystery I've been trying to solve. I sent you a message about your book a little while ago, and then… radio silence. Not even a "hey, saw this, busy fighting dragons / deadlines / laundry." Nothing. Absolute quiet. The kind of quiet that makes me wonder if my email accidentally wandered into a digital Bermuda Triangle. Now here's the funny part. I reached out because of your book. Not mine. Yours. The one you spent months (years?) writing, editing, crying over, and probably questioning your life choices at 2 a.m. That book. And when I noticed it deserved way more visibility than it's currently getting, I figured, "Hey, the author would probably want to hear about something that could help with that." Apparently I underestimated how committed you are to the mysterious author who never replies to helpful emails aesthetically. Bold branding choice, honestly.
The spam email bot people are getting passive aggressive now.
This is shit, unbelievable shit, and I feel confident in saying this is 100% a top down push, and nothing the actual editors working with the books want.
Quitter talk.
It's way funnier to say that's why.
BLUESKY IS A WEBSITE THAT TURNS (post by jay.bsky.team claiming that bluesky is made with AI) INTO (picture of bluesky not working)
I may have to look into joining you in that Unexpected Catholic conversion thing you got coming up.
The Pope will hold his own until she posts some random foot injury and then he'll be out.
Trailers for R rated movies that contain explicit content in the trailer itself, that are usually only shown before other R rated movies to ensure it's audience appropriate.
When I told my editor it'd be 100k words, she said, and I quote,
"David, I don't believe for a second this book will be 100k or less".
She's gonna laugh at me when I send her the manuscript, I know it.
Me: I'm going to write a 100k word book, nice and snappy.
*finishes 13 chapters at 40k words*
*sees 26 more chapters in the outline*
*does basic math*
Me:
Where Are You?
Well, there's always sharing it with the world in the form of fanfic.
For anyone who's interested, I have a giveaway going on over on Goodreads. 8 signed copies up for bit, US and Canada(gulp).
It'll be a fun time! Sign up!
www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sho...
The crazies are gonna double down on every bit of their fringe hateful agenda, and I pray enough people have finally woken up to just how insane they've gotten.
How am I fitting my family of four in that thing?
I'm starting to feel like you're making these candidate names up, Courtney.
I found it to be quite enjoyable, but they'd need to shift the tone/style a bit. But if they can channel the vibes and quality of this scene for the entirety of the show, they'll do fine:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBzY...
Reeeeally? I'm overall optimistic about that.
Moreso than before
Today I got an email from someone telling me how much they loved...a book coming out in December. Just amazing stuff, these emails.
Your Kindle's not obsolete, it just needs a jailbreak — and I'll show you how it's done
You can transform your old Kindle — even a bricked device — into the ultimate open-source reader. Here's how.
www.zdnet.com/article/your...
Within an hour, you'd have delivery addresses set, allergies covered, every person's favorites picked, tip calculated, and bread sticks thrown in just because it'd make someone happy.
White preacher on TV: "Jesus I see what you have done for other people and I want that for me"
If you're wanting more recs, you might want to just grab its sequel, too.
A Memory Called Empire is absolutely phenomenal.
I dunno, the aliens living secretly on Saturn are probably happy you're wrong.
I have two kinds of titles.
1: titles I have before I've written a single chapter in the rough draft
2: option number 6 on a list of 10 I send to my publisher out of desperation they like one of them