I Thought I Was Using AI To Write My Novel, But It’s Just A Guy Named “Al”
I sat down with an idea, a three-thousand-dollar laptop, and a dream. I was going to write a novel — nah, the Great American Novel. I had it all in my head; I just had to paint the walls, as us writer types say. Sitting in the crowded coffee shop, I let everyone know I was a writer. I laughed and cried along with my characters; I paced with great energy as ideas…
