My First Pot Brownie and My Latest Book

I spent New Year's Eve with some friends and ate a pot brownie for the first time. I assumed it would be essentially the same as my beloved Kush Kubes, and I didn't inquire about the dosage or anything. Oops. It was much more intense than a Kush Kube, and it was, at first, fun and frightening at the same time. Even as I felt unconditional love from the people around me, engaged in deep spiritual conversations, and laughed at silly things, I felt anxious about the non-zero chance that a SWAT team with the wrong address would break down the door. So much of our lives is entirely out of our control, and sometimes I find that unbearable to think about. I also experienced some degree of ego death and felt like I might fall asleep and never wake up.

By five in the morning, I hadn't slept at all, wasn't having fun anymore, and worried that my brain was beyond repair. My roommate was up, so I asked him to take me to the emergency room. This, incidentally, is the roommate who kept eating my food and using my stuff without asking, but I recently told him to stop after I went to fix my dry hands, found my lotion empty, and snapped a little. I didn't handle it perfectly, but I stood up for myself and kept my anger reasonably controlled, and he bought me more lotion, and I let it go. After he took me to the emergency room, I had more positive feelings toward him. Isn't that beautiful? I also felt love from the emergency room staff who gave up their holiday for me. It was a far more positive experience than my last trip to the emergency room, when Hayden Nelson of the Logan City Police Department made me go after he verbally abused me, and the staff treated me like an assembly line product they wanted to finish as fast as possible. This experience gave me some healing and closure. I obviously made a dumb mistake, but it was worth it, and I'm not sorry for doing drugs.

One of the lasting side effects of Kush Kubes is that I laugh and smile more often. Maybe the pot brownie was the reason that I laughed for a full minute at the ending to the Firefly episode "Our Mrs. Reynolds" last night and continue to laugh every time I think of it. Why did it take me so long to watch Firefly?

My latest ebook, Lights Over Logan, is out. I have mixed feelings about the text I forced myself to write, but at least I love the cover. Okay, so, I paid an artist to draw the cover. I generously picked this random guy who reached out to me on Discord over a year earlier to offer his services and said he was "super duper cheap." Indeed, when I broached the topic, he said he would work for any price I named because he hadn't gotten a commission in years. Maybe now I know why. First of all, I was rather disappointed in the artwork itself. I asked if he could draw realistically, giving him the character concept art I made in ChatGPT and an example of what I had in mind, the cover art for My Teacher is an Alien.

He said, "Yes I can." That was a lie. What he gave me was not only not realistic, it looked like it was made in Microsoft Paint, albeit by someone more skilled than me. But whatever, someday the sun will run out of fuel and my hopes and dreams won't matter, so I would just deal with it and pretend this was a stylistic choice I made. And the lighting was pretty, so I would just accept it even though I told him multiple times that this scene was during a new moon, meaning maximum darkness.

I will say that at first, he worked very fast, and I would take a day or two to give him feedback because I needed time to think. But he produced this draft in late November, asked if I wanted any changes, and then ghosted me with no warning at all after I asked him for a change.

So, to recap in case the text is too small, I asked him nicely to fix the shape of the trees that don't look like trees, at least not from Earth. After eight days (rounding down) of no response, I followed up. Two days later, he said he was busy with school, which he had never told me would be an issue. After eight more days (rounding down) of no response, I said he hadn't warned me he was going to do this. That was the nicest way I could think of to say, "What the fuck, man?" He said he was seeing his family and didn't have his drawing equipment. That is to say, he hadn't brought his drawing equipment with him even though I was paying him to draw something for me and had told him I needed it by the end of the year. Still keeping my temper, I asked him why not. And then he had the nerve to get snippy with me and say he didn't have a deadline (not true), so I stopped keeping my temper. I later edited "an asshole" to "rude," but he blocked me anyway.

So this is where I learn a valuable lesson that artists' asses are made of gold and I must defer to their narcissistic whims with infinite patience, right? Maybe he hopes so, but no. Having already paid for "real" art and both received and been treated like crap, I felt not an ounce of guilt about enlisting ChatGPT to fix the crap. I did put it off until the last minute because I was afraid that ChatGPT would also crush my hopes and dreams by making a stupid mistake and repeatedly failing to fix it. But I had a little discussion with it about the changes I wanted (and had to explain that this scene was in Logan Canyon, not on an alien planet), and it threw together a prompt and gave me this on the first try:

Now, respectfully, if you try to tell me this cover is inferior to the original just because you know it was made by a machine, we'll both know you're full of shit. It's light-years closer to what I wanted, and any imperfections are probably attributable to the source material. I poured out effusive praise on ChatGPT. Then, at the risk of ruining a good thing, I asked for a couple more modifications. Mary should have had a backpack because the book mentions her using one, and the alien still didn't look as realistic as I'd prefer. So I got this:

In case you think the alien's backpack is an error, it's not. That was in the concept art. ChatGPT made the scene a touch lighter (unwanted, but not a big deal) and moved the alien much too close (kind of a big deal). But no need to panic yet. Picking my battles, I disregarded the lighting and asked it to "Make the alien stand further away, like in the original picture."

As you can see, ChatGPT failed to follow my instruction and moved the alien considerably further away than in the original picture. But you know what? I can live with that. It's probably better this way. More mysterious. Anyway, I decided to stop pushing my luck while I was still pleased. Now I'm working up the courage to try to fix the cover art for my first book, Crusaders of the Chrono-Crystal, which was supposed to look like 50s-60s sci-fi cover art but instead looks like PlayStation 1 graphics because the artist didn't paint over his computer models like he said he would. Some of these people deserve to be replaced by machines. Career-wise, I mean. I'm not wishing harm on them.

Lights Over Logan is out now as an ebook on various platforms.