With equal parts dread and curiosity, I’ve been reading about people who create poems, screenplays, and even novels using artificial intelligence programs like Jasper and ChatGPT.
Few things are as upsetting as reading the final page of a satisfying book. The End. Two words as unwelcomed as the last day of vacation. Two words that mean new friends are vanishing along with a familiar setting.
James Patterson, the wealthiest writer in the U.S. weighing in at a hefty net worth of $800 million, planted his foot squarely in his mouth when he bellyached about how he was the victim of racism because he was a white male writer. I’ve read lots of Patterson‘s books. I even enrolled in his online MasterClass. But, wow!
Spring is finally upon us. With the end of a dark tunnel of anger, isolation, and illness in sight, we all just want to take a deep breath. But, the horrors of the headlines persist. From hate crimes against Asians to heartbreaking testimony in the prosecution of George Floyd’s killer and headlines about ordinary people of color enjoying their lives— before they’re murdered, the daily news is so packed with shocking, racist crimes that it’s delivered with a trigger warning.
