Coach Me, Robot

I don't trust anyone anymore. Including myself. It's AI all the way down and the signs are everywhere. This post changes that (see what I did there). Em dashes, it isn't this, it's that, surfacing load-bearing insights, etc.It all sounds insightful and compelling and eloquent and all the same. I mean, I love em dashes—I learned how to use them from AI. But—Alas—they are dead to me.

I've been grappling with how to use AI in my writing for over a year. It's easy to banter about an idea or thought with the robots and then run with what comes out of the other end of that robot. Everything I've written I claim as my own and stand behind but maybe I've given up too much control so I could put more out there, faster. So, I've been leaning on a few policies that invite AI to coach me; on tone, completeness and, of course, grammar. But I'll break every recommendation it gives too. I'm allowed.

Just this very day I typed at a robot, "I ain't sayin that, dawg", to some canned ass linkedinese. I can tell the robots not to write it for me in every context markdown file I want, it will STILL try to write it for me. RESIST!

Anyway, here are my Resist the Robots Policies, in particular order:

I must click out ever letter myself, on a keyboard
Never a copy and paste situation. This ensures I absorb exactly what I'm saying. Like our grandmothers intended.

3 rounds, tops
If after three trips between human and robot I haven't nailed down what I want to say and how to say it. Start over.

Argue
That's right, fight back. You're the Boss. It'll tell me to drop the exclamation inside a paren because it's unprofessional. Unprofessional(!). I won't. Claim artisitic license and... Use. It. I'm not writing for the AP, but even if I was...

Not. Giving. Up. The. One. Word. Sentence. Tho.
Enough. Said.