First of all, I've unequivocally stated my position on AI and its ilk. Research? Fine. Doesn't seem much of way to circumvent that these days. At least not with my browser. But that's the lane it should stay in.
*slides large soap box over*
Authors are special souls. They dig deep when they write. They're passionate about their works. They are proud of their tales.
When I worked at the library, my blood pressure would go through the roof at yet-another celebrity book being published. Children's? Yes. But also, adult.
I read Drew Barrymore's "Little Girl Lost" and loved it. I picked up Britney Spears' book, and I couldn't finish it. It was horribly written.
Just because you can does not mean you fucking should.
If anyone were to run my stories through AI, and it popped 75% or something (that's a number I read in an article a minute ago), it would easily be sorted.
All my notes are online. Right now? I have 57 tabs for "Ace". From god origins to popcorn varieties. I'm beyond sick and tired of people who want to be published, pushing out far inferior works that may actually hit a bestseller list.
The. Fucking. Audacity.
Any writer who uses AI isn't worth their salt.
If you don't bleed for your art, why are you creating it?
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