Dear Covid Diary,
On July 4th, I go to bed before it’s dark.
Then I hide beneath the covers and pretend I’m a small child in war torn Beirut.
In fright,
Brian
Dear Covid Diary,
On July 4th, I go to bed before it’s dark.
Then I hide beneath the covers and pretend I’m a small child in war torn Beirut.
In fright,
Brian
Still determined to write my Otter Boy novel using A.I., I try a tool named Rytr and Oh boy…
And on to part two of this diabolical dialogue with a dull AI interface.