Darla in the Desert 🌵☕📰

I almost pulled out every hair on my head. Blue smoke was rising from the computer. I stomped around like a person possessed. Hubby just looked at me. All I had to do was say two words: it's gone. He knew. He knew how much work had gone into that rockhounding book about the West Phoenix area. It wasn't a year-long project, but it was intense work — the kind where you actually care how it turns out. We were in the photo stage, which is the fun part. The part where it starts feeling real. And then company showed up, I told the AI to save it, walked away — and came back to nothing. Not mostly nothing. Not missing a chapter. The whole book was gone like it had never existed. AI can help you write — it cannot hold your work hostage-free I'm not here to trash AI — you know I use it. It's sitting right here helping me right now. But there's a difference between a tool that helps you build something and a tool you trust to actually hold ont...