Reading is Good

Jabblog was right in her comment, it's odd having bear home. It's wonderful and comforting and reassuring to have him home, but it's odd. I've got used to one way of doing things, with him many miles away, and now I'm getting back in the habit of him being home, but not quite the same as it was before. After all, he's lived away from home as an adult for nearly a year. And he's done brilliantly. 

Now he's home, it's not exactly the same as when he went away. I like to think that DH and I always treated him with respect as an individual and allowed him to make choices. He's certainly just as respectful and considerate as he's always been. It's just that he's definitely an adult. Today was something of a reminder.

Bear has been clearing out his books. He's getting into reading for pleasure. He's been reading things like Around the World in Eighty Days and the originals of Dracula and Frankenstein. I introduced him to Postscript Books, which perhaps I shouldn't have done if I was a truly responsible parent. They do a lot of remaindered books at great prices, including some amazing academic books, and they were running a three for two offer on cheap classics at the end of last term, so bear loaded up on copies of Dickens and such like - he's so much better read than I am! 

He realised that he was out of shelf space and the two full bookcases and one half bookcase were already jammed before he added anything, so he's had something of a clear out and got rid of a lot of books that he got when he was younger. I took a pic of one for a memory keepsake.

It's just a young kid's book, about a cat that mooched dinners from six different families, which was so much fun, and we read it to him so many times when he was little. It's obviously not something that he wants to keep, but it made me smile. Anyway, he overfilled three big bags for life and I'll be taking them to the Salvation Army. There are some books from when he was very young, and a few more that are nearer young teen, and quite a collection of study guides for his GCSEs.

He hadn't cleared out his shelves since Covid and so it's no wonder that they were overflowing. I've always bought lots of books for him. When he was little I bought books by the armful. The now defunct Book People would have sales where I could order sets of ten easy learn-to-read books that were maybe a dozen pages long and cost very little and I indulged. One year I think that I got him over a hundred of these easy reader books as part of his Christmas/Birthday present, and he very much enjoyed them. 

During Covid, we went through them and took the best ones to donate to bear's old primary school. We took bags and bags of them, probably a few hundred as they were all the early readers that were only a few pages long and I'd been buying them in large quantities since before he started school. I remember that it was during lock down and we left the bags in a corner so that they could wait the three days or so that was thought to make them safe. It was the step between primary school and high school. This feels like the step between teen and adult. 

It's so good that he's home.

Hugs and good health to all. 

I Need to Get out More.

I've been doing lots of sort of writing stuff. I'm reading up on how to write, which is long overdue if you ask me. I'm also writing a few extra bits to go with the collection of Kane stories so that if someone buys the book, they at least get something new.

I'm also still thinking about AI. This is why I need to get out more. I've been pottering around and I watched The Great British Sewing Bee last night, but not only have I not done anything to take a pic of, but I'm still thinking about the whole AI stuff still. I even wrote an article on my blog here, a lot like the one on here on Monday, but comparing AI to the Fair Folk, the Fae, that can't quite be trusted. I even did some AI images for it (or, rather, pressed a button on Canva) which was scarily impressive. 

So I looked for a quote and found this, and made up a Canva image without using AI. It's a quote from John Masefield.

I found this quote when I was looking for a quote about computers, but they depressed me too much. This is my second attempt and the text was blurred on that as well. I didn't use AI, so I've spent over an hour on it instead of just pressing a button, but I think that it's pretty and the quote seemed to hit me unexpectedly. Besides, I've a soft spot for John Masefields Sea Fever and I can hear a little of that voice in the quote. 

At least I got out of the house to pick up bear from his friends. It gives me a reason to get out and about. 

Hugs and good health to all. 

Death Pants

Do you remember last week when I posted that I was being outwitted by my trousers? It's here, for what it's worth. Well, apparently, the dirt cheap flimsy stretch cotton monsters that I bought last year and have been wearing for the sake of comfort, have been making headlines, including in the Irish Examiner here. Zara has a line of them, but they seem to be popular on all sorts of sites, including M&S who ought to know better. The fancy ones seem too fitted at the waist to hoick up to the armpits, which is a good way to deal with them, but I guess you can adjust the stretchy ones if you want to risk it. They are incredibly comfortable in warm weather, but... I'm not impressed and I think that I'll save them for heatwaves. 

Things are ticking over here. I got a kilo of carrots on sale and I got them sliced up and stashed in the freezer. I'm still re-stocking, but it's getting there. And now that it's a little cooler, I've picked up my knitting again. I started another hat for the Mission to Seafarers.

I'm feeling quite good about it. I've got to get a couple of sweaters knitted before autumn hits. Mine are so threadbare that you could use them to strain peas - and that's the ones without the holes. The fabric is just wearing away, so even if I had Bless's talent for mending clothes, they still aren't worth saving. And I really don't want to go out and spend money on sweaters when I have yarn, a pattern and needles, a new car to save for, and a hole in the roof. Though, to be fair, it isn't a big hole, but it needs to be tackled.

I'm not looking forward to changing cars. Our battery failed on Saturday. DH and I were all set to drive out to the park to feed the birds but the car just wouldn't start at all. We called the AA who replaced the battery for us. Because we pay a fortune for good cover, it only cost us £35 fitted, but it was replacing the original battery. That battery was eleven years old and they only have an expected life of five years. Red has been a brilliant car for us over the years. I'm going to miss her. 

Hugs and good health to all. 

Thinking About AI

Cherie mentioned about using AI to make a song and sing for her, as she didn't have the means to do it. My friend in Supernovauk is in that position - they don't have the equipment or voice to create the music that they have in their minds, so they use AI. However, a big however, they write all the words and they work hard on getting the music to exactly where they want it. It's supporting human creativity, rather than supplanting it. However, I wish my friend had the access that they needed to do it without, because I can hear what they want to produce, and I very much enjoy the reminder of dancing till I dropped back in the day, but there is always that tiny lack of spark. 

Too many years ago, when I was in the Girl Guides (British version of the Girl Scouts) I blagged my way through the music badge as I was getting guitar lessons and I ambushed the teacher. I was supposed to produce an original composition, and I did, but it was bloody awful. My teacher passed me anyway, but I was frustrated. I knew how I wanted it to sound, but I didn't have the talent, the technical know-how, or the equipment to get there. At 13, I would absolutely have used AI if it were now. It was a little like Einaudi, I guess, with flowing notes. Here is a link to a real musician.

I'm pretty sure that I'm using AI without realising, like when I plan a route using Google maps, but I've avoided it on the whole. I don't know what I'm doing, and that's the long and short of it, and you can find more of my views here and here on my blog. AI can't do the thinking for you, not fully. Here's an example from Weary Wolf, who got AI to design a week of eating three meals per day for £1 per meal, the video here if you're interested. 

It was sort of functional, but I wouldn't have called it healthy, and it was missing something that had nothing to do with nutrition. Again, you could say that it lacked spark. 

The book world is having fits about AI. Authors who are suspected of using AI are likely to find themselves under vicious attack. There are witchhunts going on that are deeply unpleasant. But I get it. If someone has spent months on a book, then paid out for an editor, which can run to hundreds if not thousands, then paid out for a cover, and some of those are extremely pricey, maybe sell a few copies, and then see someone making a lot of money by publishing a couple of novels a week of stuff that isn't that well written, then it hurts. Most of these turn up in non-fiction, where they can be extremely misleading to those who need help or trustworthy information, or romance novels. I read a lot of romance novels, and I have read the first page of so many books that are utterly dire and obviously AI and I've not read further. It drives me nuts because it's time in browsing and choosing from the Kindle Unlimited titles that I won't get back, even if I've only dipped into that one page. However the pennies from those single pages mount up if there are literally hundreds of titles attracting the unwary and there are those out there who profit from this. If the authors were at least honest about AI use, at least you can make a choice. 

It's like a deal with a devil, though. It's incredibly tempting. I have maybe twenty or so outlines for novels. I'm not young, I'm not in good health, and I'm not confident that I'll be able to write them all. The thought of getting AI involved is soooo tempting. It would be my ideas, and I'd almost certainly re-write any text as the stuff that AI churns out is gruesome, but... It would feel like cheating. And I couldn't hope for my work to have that spark. 

Even more tempting is the idea of AI art. It's taking the livelihood of genuine artists who have that spark, but I can't affort to pay someone to draw the beautiful stuff that I imagine. I definitely couldn't draw or paint something myself as I have a negative amount of artistic talent and I'm not sure that I could be trusted with a paint by numbers. It's like a devil's bargain, whispering in my ear. I can imagine what I want, I can see it so clearly, but I could never produce it, not without either paying a lot of money to an artist or using that tempting AI. I feel like I'm being tempted like in those Medieval legends. I keep telling myself to avoid the pictures and stick to words. At least I feel that I can be competent with those.

For the heck of it, I went onto Canva. Until now, I hadn't used their AI function, and I've been warned against using their book covers as there are elements that are AI generated and lead to online lynching, but I wanted to try something. 

I clicked on the AI assistant, and I wrote book cover with a raven flying holding a ring on a ribbon. That is all I wrote. I didn't put in any suggestions about colour or style, just the basic idea. I got this.

I only put in that brief description. However not only did it generate the picture, but it also generated the title, the subtitle some secrets are worth any price, the tag A throne A curse A choice that will change everything and the name, Eliana Vaelor. I checked. At the time of typing, there isn't a book with this title on Amazon, and there is no record online of anyone with the name Eliana Vaelor, author or otherwise. AI went in fully committed.

I find it scary. I also feel drawn to writing the book. For now, though, I think that I'll concentrate on what I can manage without AI, just to be safe.

Hugs and good health to all.

Outwitted

This morning, I was outwitted by my trousers. 

It's a long story that involves apparently standard length trousers that are a health and safety risk when worn normally but function okayish when hoicked up to my armpits. I'm 5'7'', or 170cms, and I'm not short, so I'm not sure how that worked out, but I nearly fell on the stairs twice after catching the dratted things before I realised that my ankles could still be demurely covered when the trousers were covering my bust. Now that I may have cracked it, I'm not so bothered, as they have pockets!

And that was a wake up call. In the past, I've suffered badly from clinical depression. I can still feel reasonably cheerful, but my mind shuts down. I'm hitting the 'thirsty but getting a drink is too complicated' level now, which is a dratted nuisance. I'm not very functional, but now that it's been brought to my attention because I was getting bamboozled by basic clothing, I can perhaps do something about it. 

I've no idea what sort of posts you'll see, but I'm going to concentrate on celebrating small wins, and being as calm as I can manage. I shall definitely be avoiding watching the football. In the past, I've worked best with using tiny bits of creativity, managing to get a little physical movement going, and getting my mind stimulated. I shall also ask bear to do stuff for me. I try and avoid it generally, but for the first time that I can remember, bear isn't trying to get ahead of studying for next year, he isn't working towards exams and he isn't snowed under with coursework. As the garden is barely a step away from being declared a wilderness, I'll get him working on that. And he's always been happy to help. 

Mind you, the heat isn't helping at all. It doesn't suit any of us. Like most British houses, our home is designed to keep the heat in, and it faces south. It's great on a frosty but sunny December day, when I may not even put on the heating despite the cold outside. It's not so good at the moment, but we're managing okay with fans. 

Writing stuff - yesterday's instalment of The Guest is here. I'm struggling a little with the writing, but it's a great way to work on creativity, so I'll keep perservering. It's hard to dig out sparkling prose when it feels like you're thinking through treacle, but I'm absolutely not giving up. 

I've almost sorted out the collection of Kane's short stories. I've entitled it An Apprenticeship of Ghosts and I have a cover from GetCovers.

I'll let you know when I've finished with it, but I want to add plenty of new content so that it still has value even for those who've read my writing blog.

Hugs and good health to all. 

Bear is Home!

He seems happy, looks healthy, and I swear that he's grown at least an inch! It's the end of his first year of university, and he has survived!

Apart from him, I keep getting hit by AI in the social feed. I found this video, and I know that it's AI and that it uses a facsimile of Stevie Nicks' voice and Fleetwood Mac vibes - but...

It's a video and song about a cat worrying about getting old and whether their human will be able to manage. It breaks my heart. Someone has used AI, and I'm still not comfortable about the voice, though it's far from an exact copy, but they've used it as a tool and included their own creativity and ideas. 

Maybe that's what AI can do - support independent creativity. I'm unlikely to use it as I'm still fighting battles with spellchecker, but I feel that I don't understand enough to contribute properly. All that I know is that I was ready to cry at the end of the video. 

Another example comes from a friend. They're about my age, they don't have access to musical instruments and they haven't had opportunities to work with music the way that they would have liked. They've taken their ideas, though, and used AI to produce music to fit their words and, I'll be honest, have enjoyed it. It takes me back to the eighties and an easier time in my life. They have a clear vision of how it should be but don't have access to other means to share their ideas. 

Everything feels so complicated. I'm still not using AI in writing. 

I've done all the editing I'm going to do on the collection of Kane short stories and and written some extra content, and they should be available on Amazon in theory in the next month or so. 

Hugs and good health to all.