A manic machine that drives me forward, but also grinds my soul into its cogs.
When failure becomes unforgivable, art becomes safe and lifeless.
A return to social media, fishing for readers, engagement, and clicks. Or confessions of a long-time lurker.
AI is becoming embedded in our lives, leading to outcomes that feel inevitable, regardless of moral debates, idealism, or the purity tests we impose.
Impostor syndrome haunts me as a high school dropout, often seen as less capable than those who spent years learning their craft.
I spent years writing poems in Moleskine notebooks at bars instead of focusing on my craft and connecting with publications and other writers.
Just get something on the page; that’s what this process is really about. It doesn’t have to be perfect; just write something and keep going.
