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Thoughts on writing from a poet's point of view...
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.
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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
Archaic Slab
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.
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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
Write a Lion a Lullaby
2025.12.12
Friday, December 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
Let's talk about you.
Hello again, btw. O/
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In terms of writers, all artists actually, let's discuss what role the audience plays.
You do play a role in the creation of every work of art.
Didn't realize you were so important?
Now you know.
Every sentence made has an intended audience or it's just talking, writing, painting, playing music, to yourself.
Art is gift giving.
Every work of Art, story told, and song sung is an Ode to something.
A poet writing a poem about the sky is making a gift for the sky.
Just like getting a good friend a birthday present, the poet feeds the sky words to define the importance of their relationship.
Your audience doesn't have to be a person.
Paint a picture for the ocean, sing a song for a mountain, write a lion a lullaby.
Stories always deal with morality, and so go best created for people.
Though, Nature too has its own moral way.
Every story is about human morality.
It's what story is: An equation of morality.
Scientists and nerds, hello friends, look here. O/
Proof of the moral nature of Life is in the Scientifically provable ways of story.
If right and wrong didn't exist neither would the power of stories.
Plainly put: If you consider yourself an atheist and enjoy the experience of watching movies, you're not an atheist; you're a hypocrite.
Poets don't preach; we point out the unseen obvious.
Laughing, crying, cheering a hero on during a story is a recognition of the reality of morality.
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Sun's up; it never looks exactly the same.
It's nice to know the thing we all count on the most for likes to jazz it up everyday.
The Sun paints a new picture every dawn.
Thanks for reading, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌃night_with _stars
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a sleeping lion wearing a bowtie with a gift next to him outside at dawn in the style of a magical anime impressionist painting.
Archaic Slab is now ⬇️
Archaic Slab O/
Text Lasts Forever
2025.12.10
Wednesday, December 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
The early bird gets the worm; they're both still asleep.
Can we ever truly know someone with just words?
It's a central theme of Wonder Fell.
This Ghos+ business...
Without images, or breath, or touch shared, can we know each other?
There's around five hundred sunrises in a row recorded here so far.
All of them with my heart and dreams on my sleeve for you to know me.
How are we doing? O/
There's poetry and even an Epic in the works.
Wonder Fell is a reminder of the power and our responsibility for the written word.
The Internet and AI put us at risk of forgetting.
Our words are an extension of ourselves.
What we write online, or anywhere, shows the world who we are.
Use care how you treat someone in print because those words are forever.
A troll online in Summer is still the same troll in the Winter regardless how kind they are during the holidays.
Text lasts forever.
The written word has the quality of resurrection: Every time a word is read it comes back to life.
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Cool blue sunrise, houses glow in the light of a walk-in freezer.
Hope all's well.
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: 🎁gift
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of grumpy troll trapped in a prison that's shaped like a cellphone in the style of a pop art anime illustration.
Practical or Fantastical
2025.12.08
Monday, December 08, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dreams, how are yours?
Inspirational, practical, and wonderful is my hope for you.
During the end of the year, when the Sun rises later on the clock, I write these posts in pre-dawn dark.
Speaking of wonder... I wonder how the seasons effect our writing, influence our words.
Years from now this journal will show clear evidence of the influence of the seasons on a writer's voice.
The feel of each morning is put here as clearly, comfortably, and honestly as possible.
The effectiveness of writing is directly proportional to the clarity and sincerity of the writer.
But how does one honestly write fiction?
Isn't a fictional tale by its very nature make-believe?
It comes down to dreams.
The more clearly we project our imagination onto a page in words, the more successful the piece of writing is.
This goes for all works of Art.
And Life.
The conveyance of dreams is what we're made to do.
Dreamers sharing dreams with other dreamers sharing dreams is what Life is all about.
What are you doing today?
As you answer that question your mind is full of your dreams of the day ahead.
Practical or fantastical a dream is a dream fashioned to and by the dreamer.
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A pink grapefruit sunrise to replace lullabies.
Time to live your dreams.
Take care, live your dreams on purpose, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🪂parachute
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of the silhouette of trees in winter at sunrise in New England in the style of an Abstract Expressionist painting using a pink color palette.
Ambassadors of Who You Are
2025.12.07
Sunday, December 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dawn and welcome back. O/
Wake up, remember where forward is, and go.
A so much to say morning.
That's the feeling I equate with what others call writer's block: Having so much to say, how to decide which thought and where to start?
Relationships, dreams, business, moonlight off snow-covered landscapes, the shape and stretch of trees, the songs and silhouettes of birds in winter... thoughts to list.
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It's time to pick up the pace on Colore. Expect more frequent posts.
Artists and the interested, I do hope you find this writing about writing The Epic, while I write it, helpful.
With text becoming our preferred way of communication, it's important we all develop our skills in writing.
If Wonder Fell has one main point and purpose it's to accentuate and remind the powers of the written word.
Your texts aren't arbitrary thumb slaps. Every word sent is an ambassador of who you are.
Language matters so much. It's a secret code we teach our children to survive in the world.
Like any other skill we can learn to improve it with the choice to do so. It comes down to intention, the desire to be clear.
Clarity and sincerity are the measure of every writer.
And every truly successful person.
To believe in the veracity of your dreams, and create language clear enough to build those dreams, is the recipe for a good life.
And a good story.
Back to Colore and Epic Faerie Tale dreams and how the power of story rules the world.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📮postbox
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of the silhouettes of birds and trees in winter at dawn in the style of an Op Art painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, some Op Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Very Real Magic
2025.12.06
Saturday, December 06, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's your sunshine? O/
Right to business this morning.
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Colore goes well: A new post yesterday.
Getting into Act Two requires another post or two.
Interesting how the story tells you what it requires as you write it.
It's that certain way and rhythm stories have that makes itself known as you work.
It's trust, writing I mean.
We write each sentence as an act of faith.
Trust your voice; trust the process: That's the way.
Writing, any craft called Art, isn't hocus pocus, but it is a kind of magic.
If we define magic as all that exists that Science can't measure, then making art is a work of magic.
Very real magic.
Art is the process of making the unsensed sensed. Music, painting, dreams in a line finally in lines on pages and stages to witness.
It's work, for certain it's that.
A repeatable process that always creates a different result isn't Scientific, isn't chaotic; it's Art.
We're always expressing ourselves; the world is a constant flux. So our expressions change with the wind.
I write every sunrise; it's always new.
But it's always me, too. O/
You do the same every morning. Perhaps not with written words, but most definitely with your life.
Every action you make shows the world who you are.
We're constant creators, heat hot living breathing machines for making.
Thanks for giving your dreams to my words. It's what words and Art are for: To share dreams.
Our imaginations are the most interesting thing about us.
What we do with our dreams is how we spend our lives.
Thank you for sharing your dreams with my words.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🥖baguette_bread
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a nerdy witch wearing a bowtie painting a stained-glass window in the style of a Renaissance Anime painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, some Renaissance Painters, Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025