How AI Saved My Writing Practice

“The Creative Defibrillator”: A figure slumped over a desk, flatlined EKG monitor showing creative death. An AI robot in medical scrubs holds cartoonish defibrillator paddles labeled “Claude” and “ChatGPT,” shocking life back into a pile of crumpled papers that transform into flying words.

I sat down to write this, planning to flaunt slick AI hacks — instead, I discovered the system that resurrected my dead-writing self.

And hey, if that doesn’t sound like Substack fodder, I don’t know what does.