Ever been caught off guard by a change in schedule that ruined your plans? Ever felt a surge of unfairness mixed with annoyance and the reluctance to confront it due to the fear of being labelled a complainer?

While I agree that the worst effects of AI are ahead of us, I do not agree that the concerns I have about AI are not valid. I got so annoyed at this article in Writers Digest that I had to comment on it.

I am exhausted by the trend of companies switching to subscriptions. Why should I be excited to pad their pockets when I can barely afford to feed my cat? Here’s what I said to CleanMyMac when they surveyed me about switching to a subscription-only model.

A post where I delve into the concept of chokepoint capitalism. I explore how connector companies accumulate immense market power, impacting consumers and small businesses. Drawing on examples like Amazon and personal experiences, I shed light on the detrimental effects, such as limited choices, reduced competition, and potential societal implications that arise from this phenomenon.

I’ve discovered Mastodon Okay, that isn’t that thrilling a discovery. Many people are there before me. But if you’re interested, here’s my link. You can follow me. Or not. As you wish. Invite link: https://indieauthors.social/@htmljenn Image by F. Muhammad from Pixabay

I have a ton of books on my kindle that I either haven’t read or read so long ago that they have lost their ‘read’ status. So rather than spend money I don’t necessarily have, I decided I should try to read what I’ve got.

Deciding to quit is tough for me. I was raised to believe that winners never quit. But in just the last few years I’ve realized that quitting things that aren’t working works for me.

Sometimes reading email is a chore, and other times, it’s a delight. Today was one of the latter days.

My tastes in reading have changed. I guess that shouldn’t be a surprise, but it was to me.

I never used to like the phrase “it is what it is.” It seemed like something people would say when they were dismissing my very real anger or frustration. Or something they would say when they were trying to pretend they weren’t feeling anger or frustration themselves. I know now that the reason I didn’t like the phrase was because I didn’t understand it. I hadn’t truly lived it. Along came 2020.