Once upon a time, literary authors lived upstairs from urban coffee shops and stayed far away from other human beings. They didn’t eat and they didn’t sleep, they drank insane amounts of coffee and alcohol, smoked their lungs to shreds, and got no exercise whatsoever. They slept on piles of journals and notebooks, typed their work on old-style typewriters and set hundreds of unfinished pages on fire in their fireplaces.
Ah yes. I love this Birgitte! To write IS human. Let's keep it that way.
Hum, this is a good hook, this "There is one thing people are overlooking in the great Will AI Kill Human Creativity debate." Am curious...
The other part of this is CONVERSATIONS.. over a cup of coffee with no deadlines.. I will come back to read more..
Happy to be aboard, Birgitte! 💜
Ha! So true.