Things did not come into focus very quickly this morning. Maybe the amount of my deep sleep was off last night or something. My Oura ring thinks things last night went fine. I’m starting to gear up to being in the groove of writing every day. I’m sitting down and thinking about the process of creating larger blocks of prose on a more regular basis. It feels like for better or worse my standard output is about 500 words in a single sitting. Somehow I’m going to need to turn the corner and move into a different writing mode where longer-form essays are getting generated on a daily basis. Maybe the idea here is to switch from short writing sprints to just a little bit better duration management to get closer to a marathon-style effort. Obviously, I don’t really want to write for hours on end to generate 3,000 words at a time, but I think the point is to really get going and unlock the door to creating better blocks of prose.
Writers write. That is what they do; they write. The name of the game is writing. To that end, winning is writing, and writing is winning. I learned to write before the rise of these large language models. That makes my writing better (yeah, yeah, I know) as it does not suffer from the dilution that now exists everywhere in the sea of AI slop. We learn and model the writers and writing we prize during the learning process. We have to make a choice to step away from generated content. That means being selective about the news, articles, and books we elect to spend our increasingly precious time and energy consuming and enjoying. Maybe within that framework, I am beginning to argue that to fight the grant deluge, we have to make a conscious choice to write with purpose and clarity.
You can’t stop the stream, but you can take time to carve out a better, more unique, perfect possible future with less dilution and more fulfillment. Within that goal of striving forward toward a perfect possible future where things get better is the right direction. It is that trajectory toward something more than helps take things in the right direction. Something about working toward the general betterment has inherent value. We build those communities of place, circumstance, and interest without a coordinated mission, but that does not mean that they have to be devoid of purpose. Within that framework, possibility exists. It fans out from that point into a lot of paths, one of them being a perfect possible future. Maybe somewhere in that argument is the point that counts. It might be something that needs more consideration as we move along this writing journey.