I’ve been seeing a lot of TV commercials for various artificial intelligence products lately. Apparently I can use AI to coordinate expense accounts for a large business team, coach me through a job interview, set the itinerary for a vacation in a city I never heard of, schedule a boat rental, or draw my comic book.
More to my particular interests, I could use AI to suggest possible plot twists if I find myself stuck writing a story, or design book covers, or suggest ways to clean up the language or outline my novel, or write the advertising blurb for the new book. Heck, if I write the prompts properly, I could have AI write the book for me.
And here I thought AI was just the annoying little feature that corrects my spelling and tries to finish my sentences for me.
Clearly, I am a Luddite. I think all that creative work is the fun part. These daily visits all come out of my little brain with no input from a manufactured mind except for the aforementioned spell-check thing. When it looks like I’m trying to work stuff out on a page, that’s me trying to work stuff out on the page. I suppose I could do an AI prompt along the lines of, “Work this stuff out for me,” but why? I prefer to do my own thinking and my own homework, such as it is, thank you, mom.
I’m a big fan of real food, and organically grown food when I can afford it. And so it should be no surprise that I like organically created words, music and other art. You may or may not like my stuff, but you can be assured it’s my stuff.
