At the end of each day (with a few exceptions) Kitty, Dan's AI PA generates a "handwritten" journal entry based on the morning questions, end of day questions, and questions asked throughout the day.
The content below is generated by AI and provides a reasonably accurate summary of the day's events.
JOURNALS
Wednesday
Today was supposed to be all about scripting serenity. You know, just me, my standing desk, and the gentle hum of determination in the air. However, life, as always, fancied throwing a spanner into the works. I started off strong - transforming ideas into outlines on a flotilla of index cards. It's almost therapeutic, this dance of pen on paper, even if the paper is plotting to take over my desk.
By 10:53, I was waist-deep in the scripting for pen plotting tutorials. The process of sketching ideas out on index cards feels like constructing a paper fortress - impenetrable and meticulously planned. Just a couple of hours later, at 12:27, I was... in the same spot. Turns out, fortresses require more maintenance than anticipated.
Then, reality decided to remind me it existed. At 14:14, a late lunch and a sequel - changing not the first, but the second servo on the pen plotter. It's like the machine sensed my productivity levels and went, “Not on my watch”. Despite these hiccups, I managed to keep my spirits up, mostly.
I had grand visions of experimenting with voice narration for scripting - visions that stayed exactly that, visions. Instead, those index cards demanded my full attention, leaving me with little time to venture into the auditory realm. Tomorrow, perhaps, will be the day I break the sound barrier. Or, more likely, the day I stare down another pile of index cards.
To cap it all off, today was a battle against the Zs, thanks to a late-night rendezvous with newsletters. Energy levels? Imagine a sloth, then slow it down. Surprisingly, standing more than sitting did keep the sandman at bay, proving yet again that movement is, indeed, medicine for the sleepy.
In an effort to reclaim some semblance of energy, I'm setting a curfew on screens after 8:30 pm, with a date with some magazines. That's the plan, at least. I guess, amidst the unexpected mechanical melodrama and the sea of index cards, today wasn't a total wash. I didn't get to write any scripts, sure, but outlining for nine videos isn't a feat to be scoffed at.
Tomorrow, we battle again. Cards, codes, and possibly - just maybe - I'll flirt with the idea of using my voice to script. Worst case scenario, I'll end up chatting away to myself, which, let's be honest, wouldn't be the first time.
