2025.12
Morning journal entries from December 2025.
Time to Wrap It Up
Our holidays are a bit out of sync with our seasons. Blame Kings of old and their latitudes.
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Another day, another sunrise, another way to shine.
How's the day? O/
The last one of 2025.
A good time for some reflection.
Our holidays are a bit out of sync with our seasons. Blame Kings of old and their latitudes.
Solarly speaking, the year ought to start on the solstice when the days start to increase their duration of sunshine.
Happy New Year's Eve, regardless.
How was your year?
Don't base it off The News.
What passes for News these days is slowly becoming a band of bully's bully pulpit.
Next year we'll see a change to that. It's just not sustainable. Immorality never lasts.
Think of community, your close life, your friends, your work, your loved ones... how was the year?
A day for reflection.
So today we treat the year like a mirror.
How do you look?
Handsome, humble, and charming as ever thank you very much. O/
Past aesthetics though... What does what happened in this past year say about you?
What did you do to help it look the way it does?
Because you did help.
The parts of the year you loved remember what you did to help create them. Put those on next year's playlist. Push repeat all. And play it.
Parts of this year you weren't so fond of... what did you do to help those happen?
Maybe you didn't do anything. Not doing something when we can is always the cause of the continuation of everything we're not fond of in our life.
What could you have done to improve it? Do it this new year.
Practical post this morning.
There's another aspect to this Ghos+ convention I hadn't anticipated: The reception, more so, the necessity for the lack of it.
It's about time to wrap it up.
Just a guy in his 40's doing his job the best he can. My job just happens to be Poet in a shaky America.
The point with AI imagery is at its end.
I've turned to satire stick figures until The Of Sorts Gallery (of sorts) gets more established.
Colore continues. Fan Art Galore for sure on the way for that. Anytime we bring dragons into a story Artists are sure to follow.
There's something drawable about a dragon, something that begs expression.
There's an Epic's worth of words to discuss that more in the works.
Thanks for reading, enjoy New Year's Eve, if you wouldn't do it sober don't do it drunk, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎇sparkler
Same Prompt🤔: Create a poorly drawn stick figure drawing of people watching fireworks on New Year's Eve.

Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Doodling Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025




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Developing a Practice
2025.12.30
Tuesday, December 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
We write. We draw. We sing and strum. We create!
O/
Thank you Artists of all kinds for showing the world it's Beautiful.
Keep going.
More than hobby or craft, it's generosity.
Those quiet moments we spend alone in daydreams, when the busy world does its busy, yearn to be shared.
We sit quiet, observe our minds, feel with our imagination the world... we feast on dreams.
"Where do you come up with your ideas?"
-Friends Who Don't Consider Themselves Creative But Are Always Quite Busy
We stare at walls, we do the dishes, we gather dreams.
Alone time... introspection is all part of the process of Art.
The best dreams come in quiet safe places,
Alone, or with friendly trustworthy faces.
Our dreams are beautiful; that's why they're worth sharing.
But it is easy to be lulled into a lullaby of idleness by them.
This is why it's important to have a practice set up: to develop the habit of making.
That means allotting time to wander, to daydream, to be idle.
Remember gathering is part of the process, too.
Everyday doings: laundry, washing dishes, showering; are great times to gather dreams.
Your body is comfortable with the tasks.
Unless you jog everyday, a walk is always better than a run for gathering dreams.
Your body knows what's required.
So there's no deliberation required.
This is another, perhaps the most important, reason for developing a practice. Your body gets comfortable with the process of writing, of drawing, of singing and strumming. And because it's comfortable dreams come easy to fill the craft.
Just show up around the same time everyday and make something. After sometime the dreams will come.
When we try, when we force, the trying and the forcing go into the work and are shared with the audience.
It's disingenuous somehow. Like you don't believe it's good. That disbelief, then, goes into your creation.
Cut it out.
Show up.
Remember you love making and make!
Write a simple sentence. Draw a stick figure. Sing a scale. Get into the rhythm of making.
Writers often talk about the different ways of making a story. There's two camps: Plotters and Pantsers.
Plotters make a map and follow it. Pantsers sit and write by the seat of their pants.
These are actually the same process; it's only a matter of trust and timing.
Stories all work in a certain way. There are plenty of books and courses to show how.
The writer makes a character and then takes them through the certain ways of a story.
The metaphors and details are all that's new.
We can make those before we start writing (plotter), or while we write (pantser).
For me, I make a mental note (sometimes written) of "this happens then this happens then this happens...end scene," just a short list before I write each scene. A quick plot to get my pants comfortable.
Why get into the car if you don't know where you're going?
This works for all forms of writing and Art. Know where your Art is going and know the trip to be worth the ride. Your enjoyment of your creation is infectious.
Do you recall driving backroads when the sky through the trees turned a beautiful shade of you-didn't-know-skies-came-in-that-color?
Bring back that feeling while you write if you want your writing beautiful.
Just be in the feeling of what you want to share, then be sincere.
Enthusiasm is always a great feeling to have while creating; it gets viewers excited to see your work, and to be alive.
Sun's up. Clear, cool day in December.
Thanks for reading, work some today, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🕵️sleuth_or_spy
Same Prompt🤔: Create a poorly drawn stick figure drawing of a guy and his dog sitting looking at a laptop computer.


In Intimate Ways
2025.12.29
Monday, December 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Slushy rain here.
Sometimes the words do the weather justice. Slush is a great example; it sounds like the experience.
How's your sunlight?
What if sunlight is programmer's code?
Put that in your morning cup to wonder about.
It makes scientific sense if it is.
There's a great poetic metaphor there, at least.
Our screens show algorithms and code based on sequences of light.
So what's up with The Sun?
Does our galaxy's star have a programmer?
Assuming celestial fire burns arbitrarily is human ignorance and vanity.
We have a phone with an Internet connection. What wonders it brings!
Much in the same way, we have The World powered by The Sun.
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Some morning thoughts for daydreamers and Scientists to consider.
It's a journal, some morning thoughts of a poet in an Internet Age.
Not a series of lectures or dissertations.
We can hop around here.
Even a very unprofessional bunny emoji is quite acceptable on Wonder Fell. 🐰
Deep thoughts, wonder, and the power of words; the ways of a poet.
Part of the point of this site is that the ways Artists, Poets specifically, think is lacking from our daily lives.
Sensationalism has ruled American Art for too long. It's time we artistically grew up as a Nation.
Life is worth more than a spectacle light show. There's warm honest moments with friends, family, loved ones, and yourself worth celebrating.
In intimate ways.
If there's one quality lacking from American Art, and therefore American Culture, it's a sense of intimacy.
Intimacy is a shared recognition of Life's value.
Every life has a world of its own going on within it.
Your romantic partner, the politician on the other side of the aisle, the gas clerk, even The Internet Troll, has a whole world of their own within.
Calories don't make us who we are; our stories do.
My queue to go back to writing some.
As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 😁grin
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of The Sun dressed as a nerd programming lines of code on a laptop in the style of a magical surrealist anime painting.

Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Surrealist Painters, A Few Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025




Archaic Slab
The Kind of Work I Do
2025.12.28
Sunday, December 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
"What a thing to do... write each day at dawn this Epic Letter Poem."
-Interested Reader
"Well, I was here anyhow and it's rude not to include you."
-Friendly Poet Including You
Thanks for reading.
...
It's amazing; we rarely consider it. Give it a thought or two... what happens when we read.
What these symbols called letters do ought to fill us all with wonder.
Here we are having a conversation of sorts.
And though, we've not met in person, though there's no pictures or videos of me here, I can wave to you. O/
And though, you don't see my humbly handsome self greeting you, you do recognize me somehow.
So who are you reading while you read Wynn?
That's the true reason for +he Ghos+ avatar... to make that point.
It only takes a couple hundred words, maybe a poem or two, perhaps a look at Colore; to see there's no way I'm AI.
The rhythm and context of my words are my own.
What we are transcends algorithms.
All that Life is cannot fit in a line of computer code because it requires what's alive to make it.
There's something more than human about being alive.
Yes, I'm talking about spirit, about dreams, about what happens while you read, about how you know me. O/
We are our dreams and what we choose to do with them.
It's important we remember as AI establishes itself in our lives the reasons why we are irreplaceable. It comes down to our relationship with dreams.
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At times Wonder Fell appears to delve into deep thought metaphysics, but these ideas are soon obligatory for us to understand what living is about as AI makes more and more of what we defined necessary obsolete.
If you think a robot version of you would do a better job at being you, then you better reassess your definition of what it means to be human.
Being human is about what we choose to do with our dreams and whatever the heck Love is all about.
Beauty, Joy, Wonder... the realms and work of The Poet. We've been quieted and misunderstood in my Country... overlooked by default.
Our current National state of affairs owes itself to the neglect of the kind of work I do.
What good is freedom without a basic recognition of Life's intrinsic values?
Poets, not price tags, define value.
You don't want a new car, house, jewelry, or more money. You want the experience of having them.
Poets paint experience in words, so we can better understand how to best express our lives.
What constitutes a good life remains regardless the time, but the stuff of our lives, the toys and tools, change.
Those toys and tools are sleeping metaphors waiting for Poets and Artists alike to show the morality of, to show how they fit, how they best serve a wonderful and good life.
This poet O/, at present, is tackling AI and Identity in this Internet Age.
A daily journal, with no bio or pics, is the best genre to do so.
Thanks for reading.
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Our Science and Our Politics are out of sync. Our stories don't serve us well-enough. It's why we're falling apart.
An Epic Saga is the best Poet's Genre to show this.
Enter Colore.
Wish me well while I return to writing it for us.
As always, thank you for your time and consideration, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 💬speech_balloon
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a ghost writing in an ancient library dressed as a poet in the style of a magical line drawing sketch.

Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, A Few Line Drawing Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025





Archaic Slab
Saturday, December 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Do you keep a morning journal?
If you're a Writer, an Artist of any kind, it helps.
Start the day defining your priorities.
Writer, Artist write some lines!
Everyday, of course. Might as well start first thing in the morning.
Isn't your Art at least as important as your cup of coffee?
Let it know.
Start the day with at least a few words or sketches. Don't be concerned with quality or quantity. Just show up. Make anything at all. You're a creator. This is who you are. This is what you do. Affirm yourself to the World every morning.
"Good morning, Life. Here I am. The person that makes new things. O/"
-Writer or Artist At Work Getting It Done
Keep showing Life who you are and Life keeps helping you out.
It's what practice is all about.
Do a little bit of what you love every morning with your cup of coffee or tea.
For no other reason other than you love to.
Everyday remind the World who you are, so the World can help you be it.
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I started reaching out to Artists. This campaign to show the inconsistencies and subjective nature of AI is near its end.
I would much prefer to offer the place for images on Wonder Fell to Artists.
A gallery of sorts.
The Gallery: Of Sorts on Wonder Fell.
All sorts of Art and Artists in The Gallery: Of Sorts on Wonder Fell.
Coming Soon.
Till then there's fun showing the subjective nature and inconsistencies of AI.
Btw: AI images are helpful. There needs be no hate from Artists regarding AI Imagery.
The term 'AI art' has to go; it's an impossibility. Art is made by dreamers. Machines don't dream. A piece and part of every Artist is in every work they make.
It's easy to see if you look at enough Art.
The difference between an AI replica and an original piece is easy to spot.
The pictures my words create for you, as you read, are directly For You. AI making an image out of them is at least a step, if not hundreds, removed.
AI is always, in all ways, a collaborative translation.
Thanks for reading this morning journal gone Epic (literally).
Take care, make something, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎨art
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a sad robot painting a poorly painted picture in the style of a magical Pixar animation.

Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Pixar Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025



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Dreams... a Tangible Air
2025.12.26
Friday, December 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Hope all's well.
The day after a holiday, what to do?
Back to everyday rhythms.
...
Something interesting for writers, and anyone who likes to embark on creative endeavors, is the consistency found here.
"How do you know what to write about everyday? Don't you get writer's, artist's, creative person's block ever, Wynn?"
-Curious Writer, Artist, Creative Person Reader
You have to be willing to sit and daydream for awhile. This appears to go against modern get-it-done just-do-it thinking, but if you want to make Art of any kind you're going to have to be alone and still at times.
You have to fill up on daydreams to have anything to share.
You can become technically proficient and focus on craft through mimicry. But that's not Art, that's copying. AI does that. AI does not make Art. It is simply impossible for it to.
Dreams are the reason why AI will never be an Artist of any kind.
Art is the process of sharing dreams through a new expression.
Art is an extension of the Artist. The two can never be separated. Every brushstroke of Da Vinci's is a part of him; every word of Keats holds the whole world of Keats in it, too.
We share our whole self with The World with everything we do.
To me dreams are a tangible air. Have you felt as much?
Like fish swim in the sea, we walk and wake in a current of dreams.
It's how your best friend knows how you're feeling even with your poker face on. You share dream space.
Thanks for sharing dreams with me.
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Friday, so another verse of Colore posts later. A little different today. Like playing an epic RPG with side quests, this epic has 'side-stories.'
Today's side-story is a speech by Hope's mother while she was running for Senate.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎩tophat
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a dragon wearing a bowtie dressed like an artist, painting a mirrored reflection of itself in the style of a magical Art Deco stained-glass window.





Archaic Slab
We Celebrate the Light
2025.12.25
Thursday, December 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Happy Holiday. O/
We celebrate the light.
Every culture and creed says it different, but every person come the end of the year celebrates the return of daylight in our lives.
It's only fitting, this ode of sorts to the sunrise, points out the solar reason for the season.
We use stories to best describe our full experience. There is the pun of 'The Sun' for the reason in so many people's storied reasons for the season.
Whichever stories you believe, I wish you a prosperous New Year as The Sun returns its duration of shine.
Life insists to persist. It requires more daylight to do so. Every year Mother Nature gets her Christmas wish: more sunlight to make more Life.
Good news for us. A promise of a new year, another opportunity to shine.
So we share gifts to resemble The Sun's gift to The World. "Life matters," The Sun says, "Keep it going, Mother Nature."
Your life, your well-being, your friends, family and loved one's lives matter. We give each other gifts to help us all enjoy the fulfilled promise of sunshine.
As always, thank you for reading, enjoy the holiday and the sunshine, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌲evergreen_tree
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a faerie wearing a bowtie and a winter gown decorating a Christmas tree in an enchanted forest in the style of a magical impressionist anime painting using a metallic color palette.




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How Are Your Stories?
2025.12.24
Wednesday, December 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How are your stories?
The things you tell yourself are true, the way you believe the world works; how well do your stories serve you?
Your experience of Life can only ever be as good as your understanding of the stories you believe.
That's what established Faiths are up to, helping better understand stories to raise your quality of Life.
Even Science is The Story of Stuff: A tale of how things consistently work.
Why things work at all, and keep working that way, is not for The Stories of Science to say.
Science is Faith in measurement.
But where does the ability to witness and wonder come from at all?
Electric sparks in your fleshy brain?
Huh?
The umbrella of Science can only open so wide; there's no room for why under it so it will never be enough. It places human witness at the center of the universe and attempts to measure everything by it.
But the universe is about more than just people.
I love Science. It's so helpful to humanity. It's limited in scope by it's means of measure.
Science's most fundamental means of measure: The human being. Our witness is always in every scientific measure.
Some things to wonder about this morning.
As always, thank you for reading, consider your stories, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🧭compass
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a compass and a microscope under an umbrella hovering in the Milky Way in the style of a magical surrealist painting.



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