What is my writing worth now that AI can draft it?

It is a strange grief, watching a machine do in seconds what cost you years to learn. Let yourself feel it honestly. Something real is changing, and pretending otherwise will not help. The labor you put in was not wasted, but the world's need for it is shifting, and that is a genuine loss to sit with. Still, look at what the machine actually does. It assembles what is likely. It does not have your particular eye, your judgment about what is true, the taste that tells you when a beautiful line is the wrong one. A draft is cheap now. Knowing what is worth saying, and what is merely fluent, is not. That was always the deeper part of your craft. The move now is not to race the machine at drafting. It is to be the one who decides, shapes, and takes responsibility for the words. Let it do the rough hauling if that helps, and spend your hard-won judgment where it matters. Your worth was never in the typing. It was in knowing.