Spil..la....g...e

I’d like to consider myself a writer. I did grow up on 90’s and 2000s rom coms where the protagonist is living out her most glamorous life as a magazine writer. I think I am quite decent, save the poems and songs I wrote when I was 14. I can no longer cook, no longer sing, two loves of my life if I may; but I have been whining about “losing my voice” long enough, only to find out writing is no longer a viable career option, thanks to AI. What with all the information in the world in words, it was the first on the chopping block to go. Of course, that's what this is, mere characters, letters? 1s and 0s? That is what it has come to, whether I like it or not, so I sit here after a sleepless night, having been more productive than I was in the last 2 months together. Whining once again about “losing my voice”.