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3 Body Problems

One morning a few weeks ago I was starting my morning routine when I noticed dried blood on my ankle. I vaguely remembered scratching an itch in that area before I went to bed. Evidently my skin is getting so thin I can tear it with my fingernails.

This is one of a few new body problems I have to deal with. Note to self: get the Benadryl lotion when you have an itch.

I would like to write more poetry (the inspiring kind, not the depressing kind) so I invested in this poem-a-day prompt book. It has nice pages with a one-line prompt and space to write a poem under it.

Only I forgot that due to my arthritis I can hardly hold a pen any longer. Ah, well. I'll type the poems on the computer.

I have a story I want to write for pleasure this summer, and I decided to try some free AI online image generators to see if I could create cover art for it that way. I have only tried using AI a couple of times and was expecting something half-assed, frankly. Plus it's very, very politically incorrect to use it. But it was just for a story I want to write for myself, so who would know, right?

I got fifteen unbelievably stunning cover art images just by inputting a handful of words. It took maybe five minutes. This is the best of the lot, which I will use because it's exactly what I wanted and I will never publish the story. It really is just for me.

Only as I type that I also have to admit that generating cover art with AI is like being on drugs. It's incredibly easy, fast, and beyond addictive, and the results (for me, anyway) exceed my expectations 200%. So now I have to find some way to resist doing it again because it is wrong, and I can see how wrong it is. I'll get my camera out and do my own arty photos for covers. The problem is, I don't think publishers and other corporate entities that need art for their products are going to do the same.

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