A battered nobody wanders the wastelands alone. It wields a worn pen and wears a suit of scrap laptops as it attempts to collect reads. Endless critters spring from the sand traps to siphon inky blood from a wavering body. An army of robots flood the wasteland with generated prose. There are no friends, no allies, no comforts, no supports, few resources, and little time. There is only ability and words. Will it be enough to tell a good story? 1. There is absolutely no AI content in imagining, planning, outlining, drafting, editing, or any other stage of the writing process in my works. 2. I will do my best to increasingly use human made cover art. 3. I'll strive to finish my works and not delete them so long as they have some degree of readership. But I reserve the right to hiatus or even delete projects that aren't doing well.