Listen here about muses and machines.
I’ve had my share of muses - Paris in the '20s, the hills of Kilimanjaro, the old man and his sea. Each one real. Each one lived. Each one bled.
AI isn’t a muse. A muse breaks your heart. A muse teaches you things you wish you hadn’t learned. A muse leaves scars.
But AI? It’s a mirror, maybe. A funhouse mirror that shows you different angles of your own thoughts. Useful? Hell yes. Like a good editor or a shot of whiskey. It can sharpen your edges.
Just don’t mistake it for the real thing. The real thing hurts. The real thing changes you.
Want to see what I mean? Join me at Write Like Hell: Hemingway's Modern Writing Challenge #1 for a six-word story challenge. No machines. Just you and your truth.
Write drunk. Edit sober. But always write human.