Cheers to writing!

12:17 am

I come here to write when I can’t find words to write somewhere else. It’s like vomiting in a small corner of a big city late at night. No one to see you, no one to judge you. No one to look at the vomit the other day and trace it back to you. There’s something quite unusually satisfying about it.

The other day I was reading an article about editors trying to differentiate between the work of real authors and the piles of words strung together by ChatGPT. Right now they are able to do so quite confidently. But would it be the same, say even after 10 years? 20 years? Would humans still be able to be put something differently which the AI won’t be able to cook up?

Am I doomed in the long run? My dream of becoming a writer, is it still possible? I am not very afraid of this new tech at the moment but yeah, it certainly makes you think.

12:44 am

Fuck ChatGPT. I’m gonna write.

I’ve been working on a short story on and off from the past few weeks and all I’ve managed to do so far is write a few paragraphs of page one! Each time I sit down to write I just keep reading the older material I’ve written and keep making edits to it. Barely adding anything new. I keep polishing the existing material, rather than writing in drafts. Gotta change this habit.