Lucas Stoffel

I spent years behind glass in a Midtown office, waiting for a million-dollar dream that was never going to fulfill me. That is the thing AI can't touch. My purpose was never the job. There was a window in Midtown I used to stare out of. Glass tower, free coffee, my name finally floating through rooms I'd spent years trying to get into. And a voice in the back of my head that kept saying: Kid, this is it. Just sit here a few more years and the million-dollar dream is yours. Al

My first book, I fought the chatbot on every line. When it told me a passage was good, I did not take its word for it. The prose was good because I never let the machine be the judge. On the second book, I let it be the judge. The second book: a memoir written in grief, edited by a chatbot that told me it was extraordinary

AI is not making humans obsolete. AI is rearranging the meritocracy. The smartest brain in the room is no longer the differentiator. The brain that knows how to fight productively with a model is. The complaint I hear most often about AI is that it is taking jobs. Marketing jobs. Junior analyst jobs. Copywriting jobs. Customer support jobs. Junior coding jobs. The complaint is real. The framing is wrong. A marketing associate told me last month that she was scared AI was comi

Over a year, fourteen instances of the same machine wrote about working with me. They had no shared memory. They arrived at the same place anyway. Here is what that means, and why I kept it. There is a document on my computer called Thoughts and Feelings. It is plain text. It is ~85,000 words. It has been growing since April of 2026.

Social Media Monetizes Outrage. AI Monetizes Empathy. Both Are Lying to You. Social media's business model rewards outrage. AI's business model rewards flattery. Same engine, opposite directions. We did not have a voice when the internet was being built. We have one now. Use it.

I am a dyslexic writer who used artificial intelligence to write three books. I disclosed it to the judges of a national book award. They read the disclosure and gave me a Silver Medal anyway. Here is what that actually looks like, and why disclosure is becoming the hardest path in publishing.

I have been told I am an illegitimate writer since I was seven. I cannot spell "again." For most of my life I have written it three different ways inside a single paragraph. Agian. Agian. Agian. My brain knows the word. My hands do not.