Writer Rambles

Writer Rambles #4

This weekend I saw a cursed post on Bluesky, which, of course, was a screenshot from Reddit.

a post from reddit that reads Chatgpt not letting you emulate specific authors anymore. ive been writing my books for several months now, paid for a more advanced model. took a break. came back. now ms. gpt says she can't generate content in the style of specific authors. My prompts were soooo specific and i got exactly what i wanted out of them. for exmaple rewrite in the literary style of "author here" with abundant dialogue and detail avoiding staccato prose." that was my go-to or please write and flesh out in the style of 'author' etc. they tightened the ropes. i have no ide ahow to get around this other than maybe feed it prose i already edited that's technically mine? fuck

What are we even doing here? I am very anti-AI, but I can understand grifters using it to write books and essentially creating a content mill for slop where they make money off the initial sales, start a new pen name when that one tanks, lather-rinse-repeat. That makes sense to me because grifters gonna grift. What I don’t understand with this post is that the poster has been writing a book for several months. Months!

All the AI evangelists tout AI as something that helps them streamline the process, be more efficient, etc., but non-AI using authors take months to write their books. Why bother using it if it literally takes the exact same amount of time as just doing it yourself? The funniest part to me is that this person knows enough about writing that they can see the flaws in AI generated prose. It tends to be choppy, repetitive, and circular or broken up in a way that humans don’t write. I’ve read quite a bit of it as a professor who teaches freshman writing, and it’s easy to spot because it makes mistakes in style that humans don’t.

So this person who understands writing enough to say don’t use staccato sentences, be descriptive, etc. is still using AI to write their book. My question is why can’t they just apply that to their own writing? Half the battle of becoming a decent writer is seeing the flaws in your own prose and fixing it. If you can see it in ChatGPT’s prose, you should be able to see it in your own.

The issue of writing in the style of another author is common in AI writers and novices as well. Voice is something one develops over time. It isn’t something you can shoehorn into a book, and a lot of the “voice of” is really just symbolism, metaphor, imagery, etc. that gets repeated in an author’s work, not the actual structure of their sentences. People like Tolkein or Lemony Snicket might have very stylistic prose that can be emulated, but for many popular authors, that isn’t going to work. This is why I tell my creative writing students not to copy authors they like and just to write what’s in their heads. Your voice starts as an amalgamation of the all the works you consume, but over time, you appear through it. AI can never do that. All it can do is make a Temu version of popular authors, and it tickles me that these slop jockeys think it does anything but pale in comparison to the real thing or to authentic voice. After reading essays my students have turned in, I would rather get 100 off the wall student-written essays than derivative AI slop.

The last sentence in the post is really what had me confused: “feed it prose I already edited that’s technically mine.” What do you mean technically yours? I had assumed that this person was writing chunks of fiction and feeding it into the AI in order for it to spit out something more stylistic and beefed up. Are they not actually writing anything? People who cobble together books with AI get really pissy when you tell them they aren’t actually writers, and I really do wonder how they think they qualify if they aren’t actually writing anything. If you’re just typing in a prompt and having it spit out more words than you put in, that isn’t writing a book. The AI is collating words that make sense together, but in no way will that ever have the authorial intent or cohesion of a book written by an actual author who can plan and weave and use their imagination.

As you can imagine, the comments on this thread were equal parts heartening and horrible. The horrible side contained a bunch of people giving tips on how to skirt the new limitations by tweaking the wording. The rest were chef kiss in that it was a whole wall of “HAHA you actually have to learn to write.” I am one of those people. My feeling about generative AI is that it, its creators, and the people who use it can all get fucked. It is the biggest grift we have seen in some time, and all it does it have people cede their skills and creativity to an over-hyped predictive text program. There is no substitute for human feelings, ingenuity, and creativity, and there is no way in hell I would ever cede any ground to a machine no matter how much brain fog or fatigue I had (since so many evangelists try to say its ableist to tell people not to use AI or that you won’t read it). I sometimes think of all those people who said things about giving into temptation or selling your soul to the devil, and I can’t think of a more apt real example of that than a machine that saps you of the things that make us human.

Writer Rambles · Writing

Writer Rambles #2

You ever get mad at yourself because something that should work actually does work, so you’re mad at yourself that you put off doing it for so long. That was me this month with using sprints and giving myself concrete writing goals. I used to do this religiously, but recently, I fell off the wagon due to life, work, stress, etc. I told myself that I didn’t need to have goals because I can just write and that’s fine.

*Narrator voice* It was indeed not fine.

I started to get very down about myself because I was struggling to write consistently above a small(ish) amount per day with plenty of work days where I did nothing at all. This led to me feeling bad about myself and internally beating myself up. As you can imagine, this is counterproductive and only makes it harder to write. Not writing makes my mental health slip and my mental health slipping makes me not want to write. It can be a vicious cycle at times. Part of what was making it hard to write and stay on track was I was focusing on a minimum while trying to shoot for a maximum that was unattainable because in my head I was always playing catch-up. “My goal is x, but as long as I shoot for y, I’m okay.” This led to me hitting the smaller goal and feeling bad that I didn’t hit the bigger one. Playing catch-up constantly is stressful as hell, and when you can’t catch up because the goal was unrealistic, it makes everything worse.

In November, I vowed to not do that. I took out my blank word count tracker, set up a monthly goal that was reasonable enough for daily writing where if I missed a day, fully or partially, I could catch up in a day or two. So far, it has been working, and I’m mad at myself for not doing it sooner last month. I wish I had taken a second, regrouped, and restarted my word count goal midway through. My absolute refusal to recalibrate was my downfall, and I’m trying to be better about it because my autistic brain does not like to change or deviate from a plan once I have it in place.

If you’re curious as to what I am using right now to track all of this, I would like to warn you that I have redundancies because I’m still figuring out what my brain prefers at this point. I have a monthly sprints tracker from Sarra Cannon’s Heartbreathing resource library that I’m using to specifically track sprints each day as well as my word count. To track my overall writing goal until I finish, I’m using Pacemaker (which lowkey stresses me out a little, so I haven’t been using it as consistently), but for my monthly goal, I’m trying out TrackBear because a friend was recommending it. It’s similar to Nanowrimo’s graphs, which I think a lot of people will like. I find it less stressful to look at than Pacemaker right now. I have no idea why, but if it works, it works.

Sprinting has also helped a lot when I’m feeling resistance about writing because it is a concise amount of time that I need to work, and after that, I can be done. Often by the time I finish, I’m less stressed and can easily keep writing. I bought a timer cube to help with this as well because I had a bad habit of pausing internet-based timers. I really hate the fact that I need to work around my brain so much, but I’m trying to be kind to myself because the outside world in the US is very stressful and feeling out of control makes my anxiety so much worse.

The lesson I would like you to take away from this that took me too long to figure out is that if something isn’t working, stop and take a step back. Figure out what you need to do to regroup, be realistic with what you are capable of, and start over. You can get back on track. You just need to be flexible and allow yourself to do so.

Writer Rambles

Writer Ramble #1

I apologize in advance if this post has typos as I am writing it with what I think is the beginnings of a migraine, and my ability to coherently string together sentences is always what goes first.

I’m starting a new blog post type that I’m dubbing a writer ramble. This is going to be a sort of catch-all for what’s going on, author updates, things on my mind, etc. Basically, things that are not long enough by themselves to constitute a full blog post on their own.

The Indie Ink Awards

On Sunday, it was the awards ceremony for this year’s Indie Ink Awards, and I found out that The Reanimator’s Remains (TRM #3) won in the following categories: LGBTQ+ Representation, Mental Health Representation, and Neurodivergent Representation.

I am so thankful for the readers who nominated it and who voted in the opening round and for the judges that read all of the books for the second round. I am honored and grateful for any and all attention my books get, and in a world where people like RFK Jr. are demonizing autistic people, this feels like vindication for myself and for my readers who love Oliver and Felipe.

A Preorder Coming Soon

The preorder for The Reanimator’s Fate (TRM #4) will be up for preorder soon. I have been putting off setting up the preorder because I need to readjust the blurb a bit, but I’m thinking the release date will be January 27th, 2026. With the semester starting and there being personal life chaos, it has been hard to focus on fixing it. I swear, blurbs take far more brain power than actual writing.

I know it’s a ways off, but I think this book will be long and the wait will be worth it. I want to give Oliver and Felipe the best send-off I can. There will also be an epilogue #4.5 story published after, and at some point in 2026, I plan to publish a collection of the between short stories along with a few new short stories sprinkled in.

Personal Life Rambles

I have been grappling with my “the world is hateful and on fire” anxiety lately, which I think is understandable. At the same time, I think the internet is a giant part of that because it’s like negativity concentrate when trolls and awful people bombard you and get shared widely across your timeline. In reality, the world is not nearly as on fire as it appears online. It’s still bad, but the pace of the horrors is slower. I’ve been trying to be better about not staring directly into the void for too long, so I don’t utterly fry myself. I still want to be in the know and able to share resources and such, so I’m trying to look away from the chaos more often.

The nice thing is that despite all the transphobia in the world, I am watching my partner bloom into her true self, and I am so glad that I get to be along for the ride with her. I have thrown myself into being the most helpful and supportive partner I can as she feels out what she likes and grows into the person she sees in her mind. I’m so proud of her, and it gives me hope that one day I can find my optimal gender expression. I have been finding it difficult to triangulate gender vs autistic clothing tolerance vs cost of clothes. Being autistic and nonbinary makes everything feel like Goldilocks going this is too little, this is too much until you hate shopping for clothes. I know together we’ll figure things out and grow closer as we stumble through the same journey, even if the paths are slightly different.

Is the world on fire? Yes, but there are good things in the world that make life worth living and make every day so much more pleasant. Part of fascism is sucking the joy from everything, so take it where you can get it and lean into what makes you happiest in these times.