A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Five-Hundred-And-Ninety-Seven

I have an idea that I am hoping to explore which I think might provide me some insight, possibly, for my submissions strategy.  It is another idea of mine that I probably don't have the capacity to implement, but this time it is actually something that is realistically possible and somewhat practical as well.  The idea is largely about using machine learning algorithms to help in the process of developing submissions for various journals.  I have a basic concept of how this could be done, though I realize it would take quite a bit to get it to work, and it would be impractical for it to be very broad at first.  The initial goal would be to just focus in with the effort.  I've tried to enlist some help for this already, as I do have a friend that works in this area who seems willing to provide some assistance.  I know that I am not really capable of this, at least not without a great deal of knowledge I don't have, or the work of others who have already learned those things, but it is still something that gives me a certain kind of hope.  For a long while, I've talked about needing to find a way to approach submissions that didn't feel quite as random and hopeless, and this feels like it might help me to alter that a bit.  Of course, I don't have any real reason to know it would work or be worth the effort, but even just taking action in a way that feels like it is moving towards some kind of progress is a positive change in and of itself.  In the past, I've not even felt that I had any option for how to approach this other than just continuing to keep doing the same things and waiting and hoping, and that approach is one I find challenging for my mental well-being.  Even if this is just a pipe-dream, at least pursuing it right at the moment is helping me to feel that there is a possibility of taking meaningful action for once, and not just waiting for luck to strike.

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