
My last nerve has been breached and destroyed. I subscribe to many writing blogs by authors I once found interesting; that’s when they write their own stories, not the AI-generated ones that take up half my pages. No one has the time to write twenty to forty stories a day on various subjects, from lost loves to cats and dogs cohabitating to victims of the Holocaust, weight loss, hair replacement, and then post them like a lost cat poster on every telephone pole in town. I am ridding my blog of this crap, and it is crap in the worst way. ” Looky..Looky at me, I printed twenty posts today and got ten thousand likes and views! Oh my God, I’m just like Stephen King.”
Who gives a Street Rat’s poisoned ass? It only showcases that you are not a real breathing writer with one original thought; you rely on a Bot that spits out some of the worst gruel I’ve tried to read. So, I am deleting your blogs, blocking you for life, putting a bounty on your heads, and might hire some shady folks I know to hunt you down. I recently watched a YouTube video in which well-known authors excitedly screeched about how they now use AI to write their books, and, actually, the few I checked out, the little Chinese Bot did a better job. I’ve got my eyes on you guys.
Now, if only the gardening Elves would show up and help with my yardwork.
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