There’s a thing about fresh starts—they’re never quite as fresh as you’d like them to be, but sometimes they arrive with a slightly confused fumble around the ‘Start New Post’ button anyway.
I’m having another go at David’s Chat today. The original plan was beautifully simple: ask ChatGPT’s Advanced Voice Mode some questions, post the responses, job done. Except it wasn’t done at all because the bloody thing kept interrupting me like an excitable dog that thinks it’s your life coach. It made the whole exercise rather pointless, really, even when I tried salvaging it in text form. File under noble failures and lessons in digital patience.
Then last week happened. Claude rolled out its voice mode, and I gave it a quick test. Just to see… you know?
Well.
One conversation in, and suddenly, I could see it—the website I’d been trying to build all along, where the conversations themselves weren’t just content but the actual point. Where the chats could breathe a bit, settle into themselves, and maybe even surprise me occasionally. Real ones. Or, at least, convincingly surreal ones.
It’s funny how these things work out. I’d been plugging away with ChatGPT for ages—its custom personas, its projects, the whole ecosystem—thinking that was just how you did things now. But here’s Claude, being genuinely excellent at the stuff I actually care about: writing that doesn’t sound like a manual, code that makes sense. It’s a bit uncanny, really. It’s like bumping into a librarian who moonlights as a poet and somehow understands what you meant to say before you say it.
I’ll still dabble with the others as this grows. Wouldn’t want to be completely unfaithful, and Claude’s not exactly omniscient. But right now, sitting here with this fresh page and a proper conversation partner who doesn’t talk over me, I might be building the thing I meant to make in the first place.
Sometimes, the best plans are the ones you stumble into by accident.
