Today I published a book.

I wrote it from my couch — the same couch I landed on after the transplant, when I couldn’t go anywhere and had to figure out what the hell to do with the rest of my life. AI is part of how I found my way back. So I wrote the short, no-bullshit guide I wish somebody had handed me back then. For regular people. Not the tech crowd. Us.

It took me a few long mornings to take everything I already had and actually push it out the door. That part — the finishing — is the part I usually choke on.
Not today.

I don’t know what happens next. Maybe nobody buys it, maybe ten people buy it, maybe more, maybe it just sits there. Doesn’t matter as much as finishing it.
I made a thing and I put it into the world, and I’m leaving this here so future me remembers the day I did it.

We’re still here. Still human.

— Tim