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I’m A Real, Flesh And Blood Writer
I’ll start this off by being the first to admit I’m not up on the latest technology. I’m somewhat of a Luddite when it comes to these things.
You really can’t blame me. I’m a Gen Xer. We didn’t have computers in school when I was a kid. Atari was high-falutin’ and advanced, you know, with its 2D graphics and all.
I didn’t have an email address until my second year of university.
Heck, I still write out my poetry by hand with a good old-fashioned pen and paper before typing it.
That said, I love my laptop and the internet and having access to a world of information and opportunity at my fingertips. Then, over the past few weeks, I started to read about artificial intelligence (AI) programs that could write on demand. I didn’t like it, not one bit.
As a writer, I immediately worried about what this would mean for the future of writers like me. How could someone like me, who earns their bread and butter creating original works of fiction, non-fiction, and poetry compete with a computer program? I’m not Bobby Fisher and this isn’t 1972 tech.
And why should I have to compete? It didn’t seem fair to me. What’s to stop someone from generating a story on one of these AI sites and…
