2025.11
Morning journal entries from November 2025
Welcome
2025.11.18
Tuesday, November 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Welcome Back. O/
First time to Wonderfell?
Welcome.
"What's up with this place?"
-New Reader
Every morning at dawn a poet of some note writes what the sunrise has to say.
Been going on two years now.
Glad you're here.
"Why take on such a task?"
-New Reader Gathering Interest
Words... to care for and make sure we recognize and keep sacred the power of language.
Text messaging, The Internet, now AI... are all made possible by the power of words.
Even Science can't exist without language; every number was first a word.
It starts with dreams. Something in us wants expression; words are our way to share.
"Share what?"
-Reader with a Good Question
"Spirit."
-Author with an Answer that Causes A Lot of Empirical Eyes to Roll
It's +he Ghos+ point.
Say hello to the voice in your head as you read.
My version of that writes these words... circle-slashes a hello: O/
The substance of that voice is you.
Boo!
It's what separates us from AI, what makes us human.
So I've spent nearly two years sharing every sunrise with you, with no more introduction other than the quality of my words to make a point, to remind us what it means to be human.
Dreams and doing dreams, words and making words.
Wonder Fell is an Epic Letter Poem addressed to humanity in defense of, and for, The Spirit.
We're more than flesh and blood. We're also what makes flesh and blood.
The force that made the Big go Bang lives in all of us.
Every Scientific Theorem is written with the spirit that made Life.
There's more to life than adding it up; there's the joy of adding it up.
Thought we could use a reminder.
There's a certain way the world works.
Our stories teach us best how to live.
That we all laugh, cry, and cheer at the same times watching a movie teaches us the reality of morality.
Morality is, I believe, the way of the spirit: The best way to serve the voice in your head as you read these words is to follow its ways.
We all know when the hero wins; you know how best to serve your spirit.
If it's your first time here, thank you for reading. Maybe stick around. Read some more. Perhaps find the journal entry dated your birthday and read it first.
A note on the AI pictures for new readers: They are a point being made regarding the limitations of AI.
In the toggle with my signature at the end of a post is the "Same Prompt" used for different AI models.
Sometimes the results are vastly different. AI will always be a matter of interpretation, a collaborative translation, from its human programmers.
AI is collaborative advice from people who've done a task before.
AI is stuck in yesterday as a rule. It helps us move forward, but can never move forward itself. No new music, a playlist stuck on repeat until an artist makes a new song.
There's plenty of AI talk here.
Also, recently, there's Colore.
It's an American Epic I've been working on for some time.
In the spirit of Wonder Fell I've begun releasing the main story in verses every week on Fridays.
Like watching an artist on Instagram paint a picture from scratch, I thought it might be of use and interest to be with a writer as they craft the story.
Hope you agree.
The posts I discuss the crafting of Colore are located here.
Thank you again for reading, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👻ghost
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an inquisitive faerie wearing a bowtie looking at a cellphone in an enchanted forest at dawn in the style of a magical pop art anime illustration using a subdued color palette.
Remember
2025.11.30
Sunday, November 30, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
About an hour till dawn.
Dawn is when the first rays of light are visible.
Sunrise is being able to see the whole sphere.
Dusk happens after The Sun sets.
Did you know?
It's the last visible rays of light... that's dusk.
Shop talk with Mr. Wonder Fell Sunshine.
O/
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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An airplane overhead, traffic headlights on the highway pickup their pace to herald dawn.
We write the morning, each morning; weave slept dreams back into reality.
"Why do such a thing?"
-Curious Reader
We all do. I'm just more literal about it.
Literally, literal.
What's known as writer's block, any creative block at all, is like being in a store full of your favorite things. All of it's free. It only costs the effort of picking it up.
The block enters because you can only choose one thing at a time.
How?
Remember you love creating. Remember these are your favorite things. You can't go wrong. It's not a hierarchy of choice. The idea is to create... which is your most favorite thing to do of all.
Get making. Pick one and go!
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Strong dreams last night settle and sway.
We have something warm to drink, remember the day ahead, see it in our mind.
The course is plotted. We yawn. We stretch. We move forward remembering where forward goes.
Remember is a helpful well designed word.
We put memory pieces back together, reassemble dreams.
I do hope today goes well for you, lives up to your dreams of a good day.
Speaking of Hope, back to Colore for me.
Thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🐢turtle
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an inquisitive nerdy faerie wearing a bowtie and sweater standing in a supermarket aisle with an empty shopping cart in the style of an Anime impressionist illustration.
Moonlit Charged Snow
2025.11.29
Saturday, November 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Sunrise soft on moonlit charged snow.
What powers moonlight has, a lake's reflection, this morning's snow cover, and lovers know.
Poets are often associated with the moon.
Lunar powered heart batteries power the muse.
But there's also poetry, neglected though it's been, in each sunrise.
How are we doing? O/
If numbers interest or impress you, if quantity measures more than amount for you, there's over 500 sunrises poetically recorded here on Wonder Fell.
In a row.
Day-to-day.
"Why do such a thing?"
-Curious Reader
Because there's something only poets can say about the sunrise. We know all about the poetic implications of moonlight. Romance and longing galore.
But the practical beautiful light of the Sun unfiltered or inebriated by the moon deserves its own poetry.
You ought to know a thing, live it, experience it before you express it.
So Wonder Fell is a poetical work of record, too.
A poem has to measure a new human experience with words, so a poet has to write a poem.
Sorry AI you can never write anything new, only imitate, so you will never be an artist of any endeavor.
AI can be used by artists to express Life in a new way.
New is the important word here.
If someone, or something, else could make the exact object of your creation then it has no opportunity to be considered Art.
Originality is a core aspect in every work of Art.
AI is a catalog experience; shopping on Amazon for Knowledge, Science, Art. It's already made.
Helpful, but nothing new.
So I write the sunrise. Poets slacked off and slept in for millennia. The dawn deserves its own verse.
Thank you for reading.
...
A new verse of Colore posted last night.
Every week we get more and more of the response: "Will you just post the whole thing? I want to read more."
This means the story formula is working.
It also means: The Author has been writing everyday for three decades and there's a good chance he knows what he's doing.
O/
Humility for the win. (And the pun.)
Take care, read some more, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌭hotdog
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a book flying through a moonlit sunrise in a snowy landscape impressionist painting using soft light and stark shadows.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, November 2025
What's Next.
2025.11.28
Friday, November 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Do you love it? This life that you lead?
There's always at least one thing in your day you can love.
Recognize it.
The sunrise is consistent beauty, a joy to behold.
Functional, practical, reliable as reliability itself... The Sunrise.
Always worth the witness and the the welcome. O/
Good day Mr. Sun, thanks for making it possible.
And starting it off beautiful.
So I write each sunrise, reliable beautiful material in a push a button clear a pixel cosmetic day-to-day civilized world.
Everything we see on any pixelated screen is language. Even your favorite Disney movie is translated into computer code before it gets to your eyes.
Words and light are all our screens will ever show.
So I start the day off with words on light with new words under new light.
Thanks for reading.
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Friday! Colore! Oy!
To continue our epic adventure on how to craft an epic adventure while I ghost craft an epic adventure for you...
What's next for our hero?
'What's Next' is what's next for our hero.
Hope has to decide what to do next.
What does what she found out have to do with what happened?
And how can she use that knowledge to help?
In other words: How can our hero be a hero?
This point in every story is an internal one. It happens in the hero's mind. It's not flashy, but it is what separates a good story from a great one.
Stories are about being human. Stories are not for entertainment; they're for remembering. They remind us we're not alone.
The 'What Next Point' exemplifies that truth best.
It's more than just a matter of what steps to take next. It's about matching meaning with morality.
We love heroes because they do what's right.
This is Hope's "How do I make this right?" moment.
It's the most important part for a writer in the story. The success of everything else regarding the story relies on the effectiveness of this moment.
It's where we truly start caring and empathizing with our hero.
I'll post it later today.
Thanks for the consideration, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🙋♀️woman_raising_hand
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a kind dragon wearing a bowtie sitting on a farmer's porch drinking tea at dawn in New England during Autumn in the style of a magical impressionist line drawing.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, November 2025
Harvest
2025.11.27
Thursday, November 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Happy give thanks day. O/
Thank you for reading.
We celebrate a good harvest and working together on a day called Thanksgiving.
A good year to remember that.
Hope all's well and you enjoy the holiday.
On with our show...
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Pink citrus cirrus clouds for sunrise, mango lemonade sky.
A nest some robins built last year in a tall oak that many different songbirds stopped and stayed at since, fell last night.
A curiosity for Abe. The rescued Texas hound makes a toy out of it, picks it up like a rough draft of a research paper you can write better; tears it up with paws and teeth, drops the pieces to blend in with the Autumn foliage on the Earth's floor.
Full circle bits and pieces back to how the builder robins found them last year.
Nature and her cycles...
A circle is the best symbol to represent Life,
Water shows the way.
Rain to river to steam and back again,
Life is a circle going somewhere.
Sun up, sun down, life grows in between.
Our lives are bookended with sleep.
We begin as a dream and end as one.
That's why Wonder Fell insists so often we focus more on our dreams.
They're where we start and where we end.
If we're looking for a point and purpose to life, Dreams are the most logical place to start.
We breathe; our hearts beat. We have Science up every wazoo to help those. But each and everyone of us also must dream.
When it comes to the reality of the powers and utility of dreaming, humanity's ignorance shows its greatest neglect.
Your life is the accumulation of the dreams you've had and how you made literal sense of them.
So, on this day of harvest what new dreams do you bring to the table, what do you wish upon a star for?
The opportunity to make our dreams touchable tangible things is Life's great gift... aptly named the present. (It's always kind when the puns are simple.)
Today we celebrate reaping what we've sown.
How's your harvest?
Gather some new dreams and plant them.
Watch them grow through the seasons.
Be thankful for their new life next Thanksgiving, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🙏pray
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a turkey wearing a bowtie and pajamas looking out a window watching the sunrise while daydreaming in the style of a magical Art Deco Chibi Anime painting.
How About You?
2025.11.26
Wednesday, November 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Thanks for reading. Glad you're here. O/
On with our show...
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Writers writing right, how's your craft?
So much more of the world is textual than it was a century, a decade, a year ago.
A great time to be a writer for sure.
Even if it's not your profession, the ability to write, and to write well, is a more important skill to have now than it ever was.
Sure AI can craft a sentence, but it can never say anything new.
Artificial Intelligence cannot paint a picture like Da Vinci if Leonardo never painted one first.
AI cannot write like you if you never wrote like you first.
We become better artists and authors by emulating masters. But mimicry is not the point, a better expression of self is.
A writer finds their voice, an artists finds their style; that most comfortable way for them to clearly express themselves.
But this act is not limited just to the Arts. Our whole life is an expression of our whole life. We are always creating. So it's dire we focus on developing our means of expression.
To clearly express to the world who you are ought to be at the top of everyone's to do list.
Every breath, action, and utterance shows Life who you are.
We're dreams doing our best to express ourselves with the material at hand. This includes our body.
We use what's around us to best show the world what we are.
Words and good deeds work best for me.
How about you?
Sing, paint, read, build something, cheer on a friend, teach, learn... what do you do best to best express you?
It's the secret to happiness if you find it and live it on purpose.
It's also called doing what you love.
Sun's up... overcast light rain and warm for the season.
Hope all's well. Consider what you love to do, what that says about you and how you best express you, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🐘elephant
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an inquisitive faerie dressed as a painter wearing a bowtie standing in front of a shelf full of microphones in a supermarket in the style of a magical Renaissance anime painting.
Every Morning
2025.11.25
Tuesday, November 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Every morning.
These late November days with so little sunshine as we raise holiday cheer and give thanks for the year to prepare for the end of December when the light returns.
Whether we remember it or not, our days are fashioned around the Sun's whereabouts.
If you eat, or breathe air, the location and frequency of sunlight determines your survival.
So I write the sunrise, a thank you note every morning.
A little awe and gratitude and wonder for all things celestial would do all of our AI video gamed pixel fixated selves some good.
Some humility for nerds every dawn on Wonder Fell.
Good morning nerds. O/
You rolled a high intelligence score at birth on your 20 sided-die, but where's your wisdom at?
Wisdom is measured in humility.
To do great things
And still be in awe of the sky
And a baby's cry, is to be wise.
Every morning.
Here's the Sun.
Trees eat all day... devour sunshine so you can breathe.
How nice!
Hope your day is a good one. Prose is calling me. Over to Colore.
Take care, thanks for reading, look around the site some, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👀eyes
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of an inquisitive faerie dressed as a nerd wearing a bowtie rolling a twenty-sided die on a table in an enchanted forest under a canopy of trees in the style of a magical impressionist anime painting.
+he Ghos+ Point
2025.11.24
Monday, November 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's Life? O/
What's a good one look like to you?
Not an arbitrary philosophical question, a very practical one.
If you don't know where you're going, why get in the car?
So where are you going? What's a good life, a good day, look like to you?
Decide. Set your GPS. And Go.
On with our show...
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Dawn... not the dish detergent, the light in the sky.
Monday morning headlights zip by on the highway.
Every car a story, every driver a life of possibilities.
Where are you going?
How's your work working out for you?
How are your relationships?
How's your best dream of yourself?
Plug that dream into your GPS and get going.
Inspirational words at dawn, what else is the sunshine for?
We have our dreams for reasons that have little to do with Reason.
Here's an interesting consideration at the start of this age with AI:
What separates you from an Artificially Intelligent robot version of you?
Really.
It's an important question to ask right now.
The answer is +he Ghos+ Point.
If you had a perfect replica of your ideal partner, down to the feel of their skin, all its habits and hygiene, you wouldn't have your partner.
Why? What's different?
It's crucial for humanity we answer this question and soon.
Because you and your partner are not your scientific-selves. You're what decides what to do with the Science called you.
The thing that chooses and dreams... that's you.
Your body is your outfit; fashion it as you like, as you dream and choose it to look to best suit your dreams and choices.
Our words, like everything we build, are an extension and expression of ourselves.
Not our physical bodies, what we actually are.
I can wave to you here: O/
And what you picture, that feeling you have reading me is, for you, me.
+he Ghos+ Point
So thank you for sharing sometime together. I hope all is well. Remember everything you write and do shows the world who you are.
Take care, share your best dreams of you, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 💭thought_balloon
Same Prompt🤔: Create an inspirational image of a ghost wearing a bowtie holding a book pointing at the viewer in the style of a magical Pixar animation.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, November 2025