Ever since I bought my little portable voice recorder, I’m overwhelmed with the mountains of words I’m generating. I probably spend an hour a day, or maybe even more, talking to myself as I bike, or walk, or sit. I’ve been struggling with Claude and ChatGPT to find good ways of processing the mountains of text that I’m generating, experimenting with a variety of prompts and workflows.
I’m making progress, but I haven’t yet succeeded.
At the moment, what I have is just a mountain of words.
Long lists of tasks, ideas for essays or blog posts, brainstorming thoughts, correspondence, journal entries, you name it. I have a fantasy that somehow these lengthy, diverse voice memos, one day, will simply be digested by a smart AI agent, transformed into a series of, well, whatever it is that it should be transformed into.
At the moment, though, it’s just mountains and mountains and mountains of words.
