I love AI. I genuinely do. I work with it every single day, and it has become both a research assistant and a sparring partner for the chaotic arsenal of ideas that occupy my mind. It is, in many ways, an invaluable companion. But let us be clear: not for one single second do I expect miracles. The idea that AI delivers finished brilliance at the press of a button is a fairytale for the gullible. Many of its outputs demand further research, rigorous scrutiny, and an ungodly amount of elbow grease before they become anything resembling sense.
In truth, AI has increased my workload. Yes, increased. The seductive image of me lounging on some sun-drenched beach while a tireless digital servant hammers out my work is precisely that—an illusion, a mirage conjured for those desperate to escape their own unfinished business. Reality is less glamorous. No matter which AI agent I employ, I spend considerable time architecting prompts like a neurotic watchmaker, then re-prompting, tweaking, and interrogating the machine repeatedly to wrestle out the results I actually need. Sometimes, I even run different AI systems in sequence, like a relay team of algorithms, to see which one cracks the code most effectively.
And when the text finally arrives, the real work begins. I read and re-read everything—often multiple times—because this isn’t about trusting the machine blindly; it’s about using it as a lens to focus decades of mental clutter. Why do I do this, you might ask? Because this is my first genuine opportunity to attack the mountain—no, the geological formation—of half-finished ideas, aborted projects, and dusty intellectual relics accumulated over more than thirty years.It is an enormous amount of work, but it is also an extraordinary amplification of potential. AI does not replace effort; it magnifies it. It amplifies whatever you feed it—whether brilliance or rubbish—and throws it back at you, louder.
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