My Diabolical Plan

Is a Success

I am sitting here tonight in black leather. Vinyl. T shirt. Watching that Nine Inch Noize Coachella performance which so captivated YouTube.

I have been a busy beast. Tuesday in that half accidental, half all publicity is good publicity way I hit the full escandelo jackpot. A technique I use in my social media book promotion.

My written work has already inspired intense responses from people. Now apparently all one needs to do is make your book cover with AI. I am delighted by the negative hoopla. Belle of the ball.

The book I speak of is my upcoming one, Bleed Almond. A print reissue of an old iBook, under a different cover. I present it here.

The old cover was problematic for multiple reasons, so I had to scrap it. AI made this cover.

I have made it as a writer, if I am getting hate mail, scams and death threats. Finally, celebrity. I rub my black lambskin blazer with a black and white press on nail. Satisfied.

Hopefully the young’s will hate it enough to read it, or watch one of the myriad of videos of me reading it. I wrote all of the poems ten years ago. It took me that long to find a publisher.

If you are a writer and the online group disapproves of what design tools you use or where you buy your socks, they will try to ruin you. By all means cancel me, you know how that thrills me.

I doubt a small fraction of writers on one obscure social media app will destroy my sales. My books are sold all over the world. In bookstores in London. In Barnes and Noble. Where that attractive AI book cover will look much better then my last book. In which I made a dire mistake in designing it myself after my usual design app became obsolete.

Either way, I still believe the AI has a place in the arts.

I sit and wait did my husband to come home from work. Eat taquitos with me. I have found my favorite person and it is he. Casey.