casting about

 I met a writer/editor friend for lunch at a new-to-me Mexican joint. Em was one of the first people to offer some tough constructive criticism of my writing. We could do that for each other when needed. So, we talked about her upcoming publications. I had long-hand notes scribbled on junk mail while I waited in the parking lot for her.

 Freshly cooked (by anyone but me) food is such a novelty, I'm ashamed to say. Lately making a few baked potatoes to decorate is a big kitchen adventure. I ruined a batch of brownies by not checking to see if the oil had expired until after I used it. Very.   

In the afternoon, I discovered a new and delightful way to fritter away time. Casting your novel. Never a good idea, but I'm in the mood for running bad ones.

I can't be certain, but I wouldn't be shocked to find out that a glittery, spiderish AI is hanging in a wire hammock somewhere listening intently to me verbally describing what I'm looking for before I ever type my heart's desire into the search box.

If you think about your search and verbalize it in lots of detail you stand to get some outstanding results. If we sweet talk these AI bitches long enough and hard enough, they will shortly be revealed as overachievers. 

I can't remember the exact words, but I asked my phone for pictures of Benjamin Bratt during his tenure on Law and order, but not so "Boy Scout).  Starring in Prophets Tango as Detective Daniel Delgado. Spot on, Ai, spot on. 

Now keep in mind I was not using any kind of AI tool or app. Just talking to my phone while it had a browser open. Chrome for Android phones. Hmmm.

Back to my search. This one started the problem. I love this TV show. Natasha Lyonne of  Poker Face is the embodiment of my female main character, Anna, right up to having a psychic quirk that causes her social problems. Look how she holds her ground. 

I'm watching the last couple of episodes and they are freaking me out a bit. Remember Columbo? And Benjamin Bratt at his present age! The use of slightly dated popular music is outstanding. 5 star weird.


                   Update. Friends who know Jack were right. That fairy prince, though lovely, was just not, not and no. 


Something more along these lines. 






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