My writing journey began with five handwritten pages of pornography sent to a friend in prison. From there came swimming programs, children's pantomimes, fire safety teaching kits and twelve years of writing websites. Somehow, I never thought of myself as a writer. Until now.
What began as a dream of travelling Australia slowly with Lucky became a 13,344-kilometre adventure I never saw coming. One chance encounter, two bicycles and a campervan changed everything.
Not long ago, I spent my days buried in lines of HTML, CSS, PHP, and JavaScript, building websites, fixing bugs, and solving problems. As a web developer, I loved the logic and the challenge that came with coding.
When I first heard the buzz about artificial intelligence creeping into creative work, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease. I wasn’t new to tech. Years as a web developer had shown me how quickly things evolve, but writing had become something else for me.
Yes, I care about rankings and reach. I use keywords, study analytics, and get help from AI tools to brainstorm. But at the end of the day, I’m not writing for robots. I’m writing for real people, with real problems, questions, and emotions.
WritingsTara Whitie2026-10-23T20:45:32+11:00
