Who's Waving to You? O/

Thursday, November 12, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Speaking of ghost, how do you know me? There are no pictures here, no two-way direct messages. Who are you reading?

A more important question in this time of AI's infancy: How do you know me?

Who's waving to you? O/

There's plenty of personal information here. Though, there's more to these words than data. There's me. O/

A guy whose dreams helped to save his life and loves to share them through the power of words.

Does my care and concern come through? Does my love and gratitude for being able to write each sentence reach you?

We tell aspiring writers the best and only advice is: Keep writing. Keep working at it.

The rules aren't so complex. A subject, a verb, some punctuation. Tasks so simple a machine could copy it.

But they can't copy this: O/

A poet doing his job waves at you with every circle-slash I write.

Wonder! Life living alive!

What is the ghost quality transmitted when you read Wynn?

Back to the advice we give aspiring writers. What is it we learn to do when we practice writing?

Surely, it doesn't take that much time to learn to craft a sentence. Toddlers and video games can do it.

The more we write the more what we write reads like us.

I've been at it everyday for three decades.

But, humbly, a part of your reading self knew that, sensed it in my words.

A concert pianist whose worked everyday of her adult life, decades... sits in front of a piano. It only takes a couple of notes before any listener knows their ears are in good hands.

That's not a woman playing a piano. That is that specific woman playing that specific piano with all the love and concern for the sound of it she's got.

Every. Single. Note.

Every. Single. Word. O/

Still think AI can write?

The symphony in your head as you read is the orchestra I write for.

What I convey is all that is me. Life, dreams, passion, wonder, joy, gratitude and love.

There's nothing artificial in this intelligence.

Words like melodies share living experience. All the sentiments conveyed through music are in the written word as well. In fact, that is what language is for: to express what my co-worker Walt called: The Song of Myself.

Practical language is helpful; but we learn to walk, so we can learn to dance.

Thanks for the dance.