Some thoughts on AI, stories, and the foibles of aging

This morning’s sunrise at Playa Honda, 1st March 2023

I’m not interested in Chat GPT writing a story for me, because for me, the whole point of writing a story is, as Steven Pressfield might say, to allow the Muse to amuse itself through me. This means that I am a channel for something much larger and more subtle than the mere fact of being a 56-year-old Scottish woman living with an Irish man in Lanzarote. It means being a channel through which a…