Has it all been for nothing? All of the hours that I have spent in front of my computer, rising at dawn to be at my station, pounding out stories, working through the fear of not being good enough, of not being able to put something great on the page, something that is part of me, that is me. The scrawls in my notebook, the daydreaming when I walk. The small steps and incremental gains. The steady getting there. Continue reading Writing Fiction in the Age of Artificial Intelligence—By Duncan Hart Cameron