My writing feels like it's dying
My writing feels like it's dying.
I wrote inside a few birthday cards recently and realized how used to typing my muscle memory has become.
Even at work, in the spirit of do better, more, faster, I've relied on Microsoft Copilot to transform raw dumps into polished drafts that I do go a step further to edit for diction. But still, I feel this has become a slippery slope, that in the heat of work it's easy to slowly relinquish more control to the AI, in the name of efficiency, ultimately not realizing that slowly your cognitive strengths are weakening.
Cal Newport, author of Deep Work, and Daniela Amodei, co-founder of Anthropic, have talked publicly about how the human voice and its various expressions will become more valuable in the era of AI.
As such, I am challenging myself to journal regularly, paper or Apple Pencil, and to write every single email and Teams message on my own, occasionally inviting AI at the end to refine.
As a trained Classicist, a humanist who operates fluently inside technical systems, I'm using the practice to augment what already makes me one of the scarcest and most durable professionals in the AI economy.