But I don’t mind getting help with the boring bits
Let’s get this out of the way: I write my own books. Every sentence, every structure, every stubborn rewrite. That’s me.
But I also use AI.
Not to write for me — but to think with. To prod, poke, research, bounce ideas around. To solve problems. To do the grunt work I don’t have the energy for when I’m on my fourth cup of tea and forty minutes deep into wondering what year Post-it notes were invented (1977, by the way).
And frankly? I love it.
It’s a Tool. Nothing More.
When I’m stuck, I ask questions.
When I need to name a minor character, I get a dozen ideas in five seconds.
When I’m trying to avoid using the word “awkward” three times in one paragraph, I get ten synonyms without flipping between tabs.
I still choose. I still write.
I’m not outsourcing the art. I’m sharpening the tools.
The Line Is Clear
I don’t paste in prompts and hit publish.
I don’t let AI write prose. It can’t. It doesn’t know rhythm, restraint, or how to land an emotional punch.
It doesn’t know me. And that’s what writing is.
But I’ll happily let it remind me how inheritance works in Swift, or how long it takes to drive from Reykjavík to Vik, or whether a 21-year-old can remember dial-up internet (spoiler: no).
I don’t need to prove I did all that alone.
I just need to make the writing good.
The Double Standard
You know what’s funny?
People use Grammarly, Google Docs autocomplete, and even email templates — but draw the line at AI suggesting a sentence starter.
Why? Because it feels like cheating.
But it’s not.
It’s just faster thinking, with a silicon twist.
I’m Not Lazy. I’m Efficient.
Writing is hard. Not always the “bleeding heart onto the page” kind of hard — sometimes it’s just admin.
Fictional admin, sure. But admin nonetheless.
Why wouldn’t I accept help from something that never sleeps, never judges, and never complains when I ask the same thing five different ways?
I still show up. I still sweat the metaphors. I still delete and start again when it’s wrong.
But now I don’t get stuck on the small stuff.
Now, I move faster.
Final Thought
I’m not afraid of AI replacing writers.
I’m afraid of writers who forget why they started writing in the first place.
This isn’t about pride or process. It’s about possibility.
And if I’ve got a tool that makes me sharper, quicker, freer to chase the good stuff — I’m going to use it.
I write my own stories.
And my invisible assistant?
She’s not the author.
She’s just my very clever, very quiet intern.