Photo by charlesdeluvio / Unsplash Ed Meadow The part nobody warns you about writing There is a particular kind of unfinished novel that is difficult to explain to anyone who has never tried to write. You know the one. Not the idea you had once and wrote three paragraphs of before you forgot about it. The other one. The manuscript that's still open in a folder on your laptop, the one you think about in the shower, or driving, or lying awake when you should be asleep. Tuesday night. The house is quiet. You open it. You read the last few pages to find your place. Something's off
Ed Meadow Why your AI keeps forgetting your story I want to tell you about the morning I almost gave up on the book. It was a Saturday, the good kind — coffee made, house quiet, three hours that belonged to no one but the story. I’d been carrying this novel for the better part of a year. I knew my characters the way you know people you’ve lived with. I sat down to write chapter twelve, and I asked the AI I’d been drafting with to help me pick up where I’d left off. It asked me who the protagonist was. Not in a cruel way — it didn’t
