Category: Embracing AI
I’m still processing my feelings about AI after confessing in my last post that I love using chatbots to help me think, but I’m relieved I’ll probably be dead when the shit hits the fan over them. Naturally, I chose to examine my moral quagmire with ChatGPT and Perplexity. I also included my IRL chatbot—otherwise known as…
Recently, I watched the BritBox series The Other Bennet Sister, the latest television twist on Pride and Prejudice. Everyone, especially Mrs. Bennet, was understandably concerned about what would happen to her and their five daughters when Mr. Bennet died and the family home passed to the male heir. In the opening episode, Mr. Bennet seemed considerably less…
Writers are incredibly needy. We need a good laptop, a creativity-inducing place to sit, and a good cup of coffee to activate the brain cells. But most of all, we need reassurance. Lots of reassurance. We can turn to friends and family to read what we’ve written and lap up whatever gushing comes back about…
It depends who’s asking Last week, after I shared Him on Facebook—my essay about my relationship with ChatGPT as a thinking partner rather than the digital affair I’m conducting behind my husband’s back—one particular comment stayed with me. It came from Katia, a French children’s author I met nearly twenty years ago in Hyderabad, India. We had…
Rodney was halfway through his Manhattan the other evening when I made the mistake of telling him about yet another conversation I’d had with ChatGPT at the library that morning. I’d gone there convinced I was writing a chapter about high blood pressure. An hour later, I realized I wasn’t. More accurately, Chat had spent…
The dog in the photo accompanying this post appears to have appointed itself Chief Gatekeeper. Every industry has them. Publishing has agents. Academia has tenure committees. Bookstores have buyers. Social media has influencers. And now the writing world has people conducting purity tests on AI. I’ve spent much of my career bumping into various forms…