Working with AI doesn’t make you fake. It makes you focused.
People sometimes tell me they know I use ChatGPT. They’re right. I do.
But it doesn’t write for me — I write through it. I bring the idea, the story, the message. It helps me shape it so it lands.
I’m dyslexic, which means I think fast and talk even faster. When I’m speaking, that’s a strength. I can go off script, make it relevant, sense the room and adapt. But when I write, those same tangents make things messy. What sounds natural when I say it can look chaotic when I read it back.
That’s where AI helps. It bridges the gap between how I think and how people read. It takes what I’d say out loud and helps me find the cleanest way to say it on paper. It doesn’t add ideas. It just tidies them, challenges them, and keeps me honest.
Sometimes we go back and forth 20 or 30 times on a single post — finding the right balance between sharp and simple. And yes, I’m still fighting the ongoing war with those big, clunky hyphens. I’ve told it a hundred times. It still does it. At this point, I’m convinced it’s winding me up.
What it doesn’t do is make me lazy. If anything, it makes me more deliberate. I still write every idea, every draft, every story — but now I can finish them. I can write like I think.
People worry about losing their writing muscle. I get it. But this isn’t replacing it — it’s training it differently. I still do the heavy lifting; the tool just helps me keep my form. It’s like having a spotter at the gym: I’m still doing the work, just less likely to drop the weight on my foot.
I might even share a few examples one day — side by side — to prove the point. The difference isn’t what’s said. It’s just how clearly it’s said.
So yes, I use AI. Happily. Because it lets me do what I do best — focus on delivery, not decoration.
The ideas are mine. The stories are mine. The delivery is mine.
I just happen to have one hell of an editor on call 24/7.Working with AI doesn’t make you fake. It makes you focused.
People sometimes tell me they know I use ChatGPT. They’re right. I do.
But it doesn’t write for me — I write through it. I bring the idea, the story, the message. It helps me shape it so it lands.
I’m dyslexic, which means I think fast and talk even faster. When I’m speaking, that’s a strength. I can go off script, make it relevant, sense the room and adapt. But when I write, those same tangents make things messy. What sounds natural when I say it can look chaotic when I read it back.
That’s where AI helps. It bridges the gap between how I think and how people read. It takes what I’d say out loud and helps me find the cleanest way to say it on paper. It doesn’t add ideas. It just tidies them, challenges them, and keeps me honest.
Sometimes we go back and forth 20 or 30 times on a single post — finding the right balance between sharp and simple. And yes, I’m still fighting the ongoing war with those big, clunky hyphens. I’ve told it a hundred times. It still does it. At this point, I’m convinced it’s winding me up.
What it doesn’t do is make me lazy. If anything, it makes me more deliberate. I still write every idea, every draft, every story — but now I can finish them. I can write like I think.
People worry about losing their writing muscle. I get it. But this isn’t replacing it — it’s training it differently. I still do the heavy lifting; the tool just helps me keep my form. It’s like having a spotter at the gym: I’m still doing the work, just less likely to drop the weight on my foot.
I might even share a few examples one day — side by side — to prove the point. The difference isn’t what’s said. It’s just how clearly it’s said.
So yes, I use AI. Happily. Because it lets me do what I do best — focus on delivery, not decoration.
The ideas are mine. The stories are mine. The delivery is mine.
I just happen to have one hell of an editor on call 24/7.