Some folks are all hyped up about how AI is making their jobs as writers easier—from outlining to research to organizing ideas and creating marketing plans. They’re psyched.
On the other end of the spectrum, many authors complain about the glut of AI-generated garbage on Amazon that’s making their books harder to find.
One prominent author I know had her identity stolen and abused when someone published AI-generated books (full of inacuracies and crummy writing) under her name.
A mom I know lost her corporate PR job, when the majority of her department were replaced by AI.
So, what’s the upshot for writers? Should we be scared? Cautiously optimistic? Should we revolt by refusing to use OtterAI, OpenAI and ChatGPT? Should we demand laws to protect us?
My Response to AI
I may be a luddite (who happened to graduate from MIT), but I, for one, am doing what little I can to prevent AI from using my content to replace me or misuse my intellectual property. I’m avoiding ChatGPT, Otter.AI and other programs, so at least I am not training them directly, to the best of my knowledge. Of course, that doesn’t stop AI from using our books—yet. The Author’s Guild is advocating for that to change.
Advocacy is an important part of this battle and I’m happy to see The Author’s Guild advocating on the behalf of authors and our rights with our legislators and through the legal system.
However, as a writer and a poet, I can’t help but wield my pen as my first line of defense. And so, after reading about the forced retirement of the very last lighthouse keeper in the US, Sally Snowman, I drafted six different poems in attempts to capture my response.
While my sixth poem, which I am about to share with you, may seem a bit flippant at first glance, I hope it speaks to you between the lines of easy rhymes.
Thank you to my friend and colleague Michael Larsen, co-author with Jody Rein of How to Write a Book Proposal, for forwarding the article on retiring Lighthouse Keeper of Boston Light, Sally Snowman.
The Last Lighthouse Keeper
Here is my sixth poem:
The Last Lighthouse Keeper
When the last lighhouse keeper is forced to retire
will she become a poet and light our way in iambic pentameter?
Or will AI come for the poets, too?
And, if so, what will we do?
Play a game of meet and greet?
Throw our couplets at its feet?
I, for one, am not quite done.
I call on you to join me, too.
Wirte a sonnet; write haiku.
Write in free verse and Seuss-a-loo.
Write in forms not yet invented,
our obsolescence circumvented.
Your Turn: What’s Your Response to AI?
How are you using, avoiding or being abused by AI and its users?
- What are your hopes?
- Is there anything you love about AI?
- Hate?
Share your concerns. What are you doing in response?