In my other essay, I told you the headline: I write the stories, AI helps me edit them. What I didn’t tell you is what it actually looks like. Not the philosophy — the machinery. The daily, task-by-task reality of running a multi-agent editorial pipeline on my own manuscripts. This is that essay. Consider it…
I need to tell you something about how my books get made, because the conversation around AI and writing has gotten loud enough that silence starts to look like hiding. I’m not hiding. I’m just a writer who hates revision and finally did something about it. Here’s the short version: I write the stories. AI…
My brain is a dissociated system — multiple alters, no continuous memory, state passed forward in discrete chunks. Tech calls that architecture “agentic AI.” I call it Tuesday.
