Of work, reality and sanity

My readers, damn, I am amazed that in the age of AI. I have not used AI to write anything. I mistakingly clicked its correction mode on my blog. And it underlined every sentence. one of such mistake he said I made was too short sentences. And too long sentences. One. Damn if I can’t start a sentence with ‘And’. if I can’t hear you reading my work and understanding it especially when Length is such a mathematical term in differentials, then I need not be me or write at all. Perfection must die and be eroded. That said, I must confess I no longer have any interest in YA books. I am now officially writing psych thrillers, adventure, action and scifi (YA and young fiction will be written here as series) and such.

Some people are so lucky they don’t have to write when they write children’s books. I am amazed they have jobs. My books(like this one) can only be understood by reasonably smart children. I do all these in suffering, which reminds me that if justice fails and God’s vengeance also fails, there is that case of pure abstract probability of someone or two or three being shot dead in broad daylight. Mathematical possibilities, so amazing. That said, I am now writing the first chapter of the next Wizard of clover street. Wizards, they imagine someone not them stole something they don’t have so they can be something they are not. Wizards. Virginia wolf says you need a room of your own. I don’t have that and haven’t for so long because of evil harm and terrorism. When I say justice matters to me,I can not begin to tell you how much  I must then tell you that in my opinion what you need is a cogent, potent, coherent, optimizable sane mind. I am too unfortunate not to have met someone who an truly parallel mine. Remixes releases Friday. I will be releasing the first chapter of the second in the series soon: