The Hybrid Project

How is this my life? I had asked myself that about a million and two times in the last few hours. Unfortunately, I still hadn't received an answer. This was particularly inconvenient considering I was currently tied to a block of stone approximately six inches away from a man who could probably rip me in half with his bare hands. He also had claws. I felt that was worth mentioning. They were very large claws... So, naturally, I was trying not to stare at them. Unfortunately, staring at the floor wasn’t much better. Which brought me back to my original question. How was this my life? To explain that, I suppose I should start at the beginning. My name is Mary May Mayhew. *** AI-slopified slop... We all have our own way to deal with stress, and this is mine. I create an elaborate world of magic, fantasy, and romance---and then fall in love with it, but don't have the time to actually sit down and write it. So yeah, I'm trying to get AI to write it for me so I can have a life, lol. Although I fear this might be a toxic relationship. Send me thoughts and prayers, ya'll! 😄😄 Anyway, read at your own risk... 😉😉 *** UPDATE!!! I'm breaking up with AI! Apparently, "guidelines" can't cope with my humor, lol 😅😅 In case it's not clear, this is now written by me, and Grammarly is assisting (not sponsored)😉 So now I won't have a life at all... but in this economy, who can afford a life anyway, right? 😄😄 "I'm fine! Really, I'm fine! I don't know why it's coming out all high and squeaky, because really: I'M FINE!!!" If you know, you know... 😉😉 I hate being called Mary. I prefer May. And, as it turns out, this was not the worst thing that was going to happen to me that year...