This white blank page is giving me a headache.

I’m sick, and this bright, white blank page is giving me a headache.

I’m hopeful for when my thoughts will be the only required input, when the visions I see can come to life for everyone to feel.

Although, I wouldn’t this at the cost of humanity — the often flawed first drafts, the exploration and failures must stay in the process of creativity. As they bring learnings that shape unique perspective.

I could be using ChatGPT, thus saving my eyes from this sun that is my screen. Especially that this is an AI newsletter, I know none of you would’Ve minded. Perhaps you even would find it interesting.

Yet, I won’t do it.

Currently, tools such as ChatGPT and midjourney require clear, precise inputs to extract something beautiful — that’s not how we write.

We wander, get lost in useless ideas and follow the flow of words in our minds, hoping it’ll lead us to beauty, to a story.

I’m sick, and this bright, white blank page is giving me a headache.