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I write speculative fiction for a reason. I’ve always been drawn to the idea that another world is not only possible but already in existence — beneath the noise, behind the veil, waiting for someone bold enough to name it. That’s what I do when I sit down to write. And that’s what we’re all being asked to do now, in real-time, as AI and rapid technological evolution shift the very ground we walk on.

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I remember when I started writing my first novel. It was a bet against the odds. A refusal to accept the limitations placed on me as a Black man, a Caribbean storyteller, an outsider. I had to believe in a reality no one else could see yet. That kind of belief takes guts. It takes a little madness if I’m honest. But it also takes a deep understanding: reality isn’t fixed. It’s not a wall. It’s a mirror. And what you see depends on who you dare to be in front of it.

So when the world changes—and let’s not pretend it isn’t changing at breakneck speed—you don’t hold your breath and wait for things to return to “normal.” You exhale. You recalibrate. You say, “Yes, and...”

That’s the magic of improv. And life right now feels like one long improv scene. Nobody knows what line is coming next. But the ones who thrive are the ones who say yes and then build upon it. Yes, and then create. Yes, and then imagine.
AI isn’t going anywhere. The old systems are crumbling or at least transforming beyond recognition. You can either deny it and spend your energy fighting a current you can’t stop—or you can ride it. You can find your balance and rhythm and let it carry you somewhere unexpected.

That’s what speculative fiction has taught me. That transformation is inevitable. The future isn’t written yet, but it’s already breathing down our necks. And it’s asking us who we want to be when it arrives.

There’s a reason I write about good over evil, hidden cities, ancient technologies, and rebels who rewrite their destiny. Because I believe we’re all in a story like that right now. The settings may change, and the languages might evolve, but the question remains: will you shape the world, or will you let it shape you?

Let’s not get stuck mourning the way things were. Let’s be brave enough to invent the way things could be. Not from a place of fear but from vision. Not denial, but design.
Change your reality, Gentle Reader. Don’t deny it. And if that feels a little mad? Good. The best stories always begin with a character who refuses to accept the ordinary.

So here’s my invitation: Be bold enough to lose your mind, Gentle Reader. Then, rebuild it as something worthy of the life you know is possible.
Because you’re not here to be realistic.
You’re here to lose your mind.

Peace, love and power.

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