So this is what it looks like some days. You wake up, then you:
- Pester sources and news organizations about a freelance article on managing reputation risk stemming from unbridled use of artificial intelligence in scientific writing.
- Do the dishes from last night.
- Walk Red Dog Smith around Corn Lake.
- Answer a few emails from sources saying “huh?” and “let me look into that.”
- Ride a bicycle 10-ish miles to a conveniently located brewery in a nearby town and have one of the best imperial red ales in the state and maybe the entire country.
- Ride 10-ish miles home with a tailwind.
- Gather your thoughts, write stuff down, and get ready for dinner.
Piece of cake.
Some days you go fishing instead. Soon you get back to writing fiction, with a potential plot hatched earlier in the day.
Take it easy, my friends.
B.J.
The Smith Compound 