Now, this is ironic. I just sat down to write a post about Artificial Intelligence, keen on explaining how AI can help, and yet hinder, society. As soon as I opened a blank page, I see a menu bar at the top of my screen that read, “What would you like Copilot to write?”
In other words, you know, the interpretation between the lines, “How would you like Copilot to make your job easier and completely unauthentic?”
I just got a new computer recently, and this is my first post on this big and wonderful desktop experience. Technology is faster than I thought.
Our craft is at risk. Period. Right now, as I write this, there is a pencil-looking thingie to my left, calling to me to allow the icon to take the wheel. I’ve never been one for conformity, so I’ll just take the hard road and do this my damn self.
I don’t hate AI. I think AI plays a role in society. But not here. Not when storytelling demands the heart and soul of the writer to be great. Artificial Intelligence will never replace the human touch. It will never replace my editor who has a pulse, or my God-given skill, and my devil-laden experiences.
For those who get stuck, who get that crippling writer’s block, who want to give up, it’s okay to take a pause. It’s not okay to give in to the computer and its code-written brain. Take a walk. Listen to music. Brainstorm ideas. Talk to other writers about their struggles. You know, put in the effort, even if you must make it tough (there goes that damn Copilot again, asking me to change the word tough).
In straight talk, keep it real. Fake is for superficial people you need to please; not for deep people you want to reach.
Stay true.
There will come a point where people, readers, will get tired of inauthenticity. They’ll grow to spot it immediately. Be sure you can stand on your own mountain of work.