fuck AI

About a year and a half ago, I found out that Meta AI had stolen all of my books. Eaten them up. Devoured. Thousands of words, my words gobbled up by a capitalistic monster made from ones and zeroes proclaiming intelligence. Books I spent hundreds of hours dreaming up, writing, editing, and bravely putting out into the world to be judged and assessed by readers.

My compensation for this theft: zero dollars.

One of the biggest, richest, most manipulative, brutal companies on Earth had stolen, full stop, the fruits of my creative labor.

I haven't published a book in awhile. I don't know what the landscape looks like as an author and it often keeps me up at night.

But I am first and foremost a reader.

I know I don't want to read AI slop. I want to read words written by a human. By a person. I want stories spun from the dreams of other humans. I want to connect with them.

As a writer, it's the same. Each one of my books is an exchange between me and you. Each one of my books contain pieces of my mind and my heart that I send out into the world. Each one of my books is a gift to myself, the book I wish I could read. And I share them with you.

I will never use AI to write my books nor my essays nor my emails nor my thoughts. Everything you read with my name attached to it will be and is always written by me. Let's be fucking human together.