Choosing to walk - by rayne fisher-quann

i get a lot of messages asking me for writing advice, which i’m often hesitant or unable to give because i don’t think i’m particularly good at the actual task of writing: i don’t have a writing schedule, a daily output, good desk posture (or a desk at all), a spiritual artistic practice, or any of that other stuff that people tend to want to hear about. with all that being said, this is something like writing advice. it’s also about AI, and the future. this essay is sort of like an introduction to another essay i wrote called Machine yearning. check that one out too, if you’d like. xoxo My first real writing job was an editor position at a Canadian music magazine that I landed when I was 19, through a combination of luck and salesmanship and a very trusting publisher (thank you, Michael!!!). I’d done some freelance work before that — some reporting for Vice, a piece for Bitch Magazine that went low-grade viral — and managed to parlay that (along with a very idiosyncratic cover letter)

i get a lot of messages asking me for writing advice, which i’m often hesitant or unable to give because i don’t think i’m particularly good at the actual task of writing: i don’t have a writing schedule, a daily output, good desk posture (or a desk at all), a spiritual artistic practice, or any of that other stuff that people tend to want to hear about. with all that being said, this is something like writing advice. it’s also about AI, and the future. this essay is sort of like an introduction to another essay i wrote called Machine yearning. check that one out too, if you’d like. xoxo My fi