Lately, life has usurped my creativity and gobbled up all the time I have to write for myself. I admit, it’s tempting to use ChatGPT and fill the page with suggested text. But what’s the fun in that? You can train it to write in your voice, use your tone, and even act human. But in the end, it’s not you. It’s a bot. It’s just one my tool we have to take away those human tasks that make us human. When it’s all said an done, i miss the creative flow of writing for myself.
Lately, my time has been spent with my two-year old grandson relearning the words to “The Wheels on the Bus” again. Since my grown children were little, it seems they have changed the words a bit. Who knew? Now, when I sit down to write I have those sing songy lyrics racing around in my brain, “round and round” and it’s hard to concentrate on adult thoughts or musings.
I know, somewhere deep within my subconscious are carefully formed sentences that make sense and can be transcribed to the page,. It’s just a matter of finding the time, taking a moment to myself, and typing. What’s that famous movie quote? “If you build it they will come.” I’m hoping that if my fingers touch the keys the words will come. I guess we will see if those wheels moved me forward or if I crash an burn!