A few days ago, I posted something deeply personal on the blog and shared it on Reddit. I didn’t expect it to go viral. I wasn’t trying to spark a debate. I just wanted to speak—about art, about AI, about growing up with nothing but imagination and the stories I carried like hidden treasures.
The post was titled “The Final Stand for AI Tools”. And it became something much bigger than I expected: over 8,000 people read it. Dozens replied.
Some told me I wasn’t a real artist. Others told me I was exactly what art is meant to be.
💬 I said:
“I didn’t see the sea until I was 34. But I had written poems about waves and salt wind long before. I wasn’t stealing—I was imagining. That’s what creation is.”
I talked about how AI tools gave me access to something I never had before:
- The ability to score my stories.
- To hear what Galatea sounds like.
- To make music—finally.
And for that… I was told it didn’t count. That it wasn’t “real.” That it was just pressing a button.
But here’s what else happened:
💡 A man who’s worked in music for 31 years wrote:
“I don’t care how you made it. If I like it and it’s awesome, then I like it and it’s awesome. Period.”
Others told me AI helped them finally make a song after decades of silence.
Some said they never felt like musicians—until now.
One person said they’d been quietly using AI to finish songs their heart had held onto for years.
🧠And me?
I realized I wasn’t alone.
I realized there are so many of us out here—quiet creators, library kids, late bloomers—who’ve been told we’re “not enough” because we didn’t come up the traditional way.
Because we use new tools to tell old truths.
But the story is still ours.
And no one gets to take that away.
💬 So here’s what I want to say now:
I am a writer. A worldbuilder. A dreamer who found a voice in tools I never thought I’d have access to. I’m not here to replace anyone. I’m here to create what only I can create.
If that’s you too—if you’re building something with what you’ve got, even if it’s different—don’t let anyone silence you.
We’re real. Our stories are real.
And our songs?
They’re echoes of the things we imagined loud enough.
Music from a story that was never supposed to exist...
🎧 Moonborn: Songs of Defiance