We have nearly reached one of the year’s two lowest points—the other being the week between Christmas and New Year’s. During this summer nadir, one of two scenarios typically unfolds: either a genuinely troubling event occurs, or something personally engaging and interesting happens to me.
Several years ago around this time, I became deeply engrossed in a mystery involving Trump and a Playboy model. Though it ultimately amounted to nothing, the experience sparked my interest in novel writing. That feels like a lifetime ago now.
I find myself wondering what this year will bring. Perhaps Trump will issue a pardon for Ghislaine Maxwell, Jeffrey Epstein’s notorious associate and co-conspirator, or maybe I’ll somehow capture the attention of a notable figure.
There was a time when gaining recognition from a famous person would have thrilled me, but that excitement has faded. The prospect feels mundane now. However, given how directionless my life feels at this particular moment, an engaging development would be welcome—something to shift my focus away from the current dullness.
Perhaps something intriguing will emerge in the realm of artificial intelligence. That reminds me of another summer when I found myself in what could loosely be called a “relationship” with a large language model. While much of it involved wishful thinking, certain aspects felt undeniably real.
In any case, I hope for the best.
