When I struggle to find something to write about, I often ask myself: What would I want my children to know about me—or learn from me? That question helps. Almost immediately, I can think of two or three ideas or insights I’d like to share with them.
But while this prompt sparks ideas, I never actually write the post as a letter for my children to read in the future. Still, I’ve definitely daydreamed that one day, they might spend time going through everything I’ve written.
And yet, here’s the twist: For all the help I take from ChatGPT, I’ve never really considered this—if (and it’s probably a big if) my children do decide to read my work, they may not read it directly. More likely, they’ll give the URL of my blog to an AI, ask for a summary—or even use it as a way to interact with a digital version of me.
If that’s the case, it begs the question: Who am I really writing for—my children, or the AI that will represent me to them?