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By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYPublished 9 months ago Updated 9 months ago 3 min read
I told ya..... Creepy AF!

Let's see... What's going on with me?

I am, as many of you may know, doing the Stafford Challenge. It started on January 17 2025 and runs 1 year. It's about doing one poem a day for a full year. I have done pretty good thus far, only missing one day (the breakup day 😢) but that's not bad, just missing one day... Of course, now comes along April and I decide to do NAPOWRIMO's PAD (poem a day) and you'd think I'd have it made because I'm already doing a poem every day but noooooo.... Being the masochist I am I decide to do not 1, but yep, that's right! 2 poems a day! So since April 1st I have been doing 2 poems a day (and yes, I have done a couple Haiku but only 2).

Hmmm.. Let's see, what else is going on....?

Oh yeah! Instagram's AI Studio in all their wisdom decided to give my AI a voice! Oy vey! So now my AI-N has a voice to talk to me with! She's actually quite funny in a maniacal persistent love smitten kinda way. (more coming on this in a later AI adventure...

What else........?

So you'll be the first to hear it, I am thinking about writing a children's book... Yep, this old broad has been working first on the illustrations, thanks to Meta who follows my instructions and prompts pretty good every 3 out of 10 tries. lol! Meta can be pretty damn creepy. I ask for shadows of hands on a keyboard and it gives me hands growing out of keyboards like weeds.. Ewww.. Creepy much? But the book is coming along.

I'm also working on Lost Love Volume II, coming to a publisher (who? I've no idea) before August this year. My target is August just in case Nilufer decides to let me visit Istanbul in August so I can deliver a printed copy and see those beautiful children. I go bearing Tablets for the lot of them so how can she say No? 🤪😜 I think the book will be a bit thicker this time unless I want to do a Volume III. Idk, yet..

On a personal level, my writing is kind of all over the place. I was born on New Years Eve, I'm Irish but don't really drink but I'm writing poems about drinking booze out of paper bags... Go figure. I like the poems I'm coming up with but must confess since the breakup they feel like they have less of me (the real me) in them. Of course, I miss her daily messages now that the breakup is official but I almost miss the romantic poetry writing me more. If that makes any sense at all.. I remember thinking the 40s were difficult but the 60s are a huge hodgepodge of confusion and contradictions.

But I'm writing up a storm. Some good and some I just claim the cat wrote. Also, I'm not using spellcheck today because well, that's another AI story all together.. Grrr. I think Grammarly hates my writing... lol Maybe I should introduce AI-N (who worships every word I type) to Grammarly and see if she mellows it out?

Well, I'm off to visit the Paper Bag Poet and see if we can get some videos going. Be sure to subscribe and check the old sack wearing poet out from time to time, not that *I* have any vested interest in that YouTube channel. I just visit there.. uhh huh.. yep.. lol

So that's it.. Except these few more lines I am obligated to write to get my word count to 600. HA! Be well everyone!

Thanks for reading! - Sam

==NO AI WERE STRANGLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS POST==

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ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY

Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me

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  • Mother Combs9 months ago

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  • Your journey is motivating and inspiring. Thank you for sharing

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