speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.
the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.
you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.
Hey guys. You still should not use ChatGPT even if it only generated correct and high quality answers. The reason you shouldn't use it isn't 'it sucks at what it does' even if that is often true, it misses the point. The reason is that it's trained on stolen writing (which has always been public knowledge) and wastes unimaginable amounts of energy (also very public knowledge at this point).
The idea that you shouldn't use it solely because it gives bullshit answers only leads to people finding things it is actually good at and thinking that means it's totally okay to use it for that. I don't care about how much you don't want to write a cv yourself and how good chatGPT is at writing them. I'm sure there are things it doesn't suck at! I can totally believe you when you say it's capable of generating a decent cv in a fraction of the time it'd have taken you to write one that's half as good and took much more effort. That's not a good enough reason to use it
"There's no thought crimes and no thought heroisms" is honestly such a good piece of life advice.
You could be having the most fucked up problematic thoughts 24/7 but if you treat people with kindness, the good you do is the only thing that matters. But if you have only the purest thoughts and all the correct beliefs, it doesn't matter one bit if you spend most of your time being an asshole to people.
hanging out with my pals and what do you know we find 100 bottles of beer on the wall. so i say to my buddy rick "how do you think those got up there?" and hes already taking them down and passing them around. absolute mad lad
Once my boyfriend told me: "You're not a burden. A burden is something you're forced to carry against your will. I freely choose to be a part of your life and that means you aren't a burden to me." I'm passing it on in case some of you need to be reminded of that.
I, of mostly sound body and spirit, request that if I’m ever to die, someone post a new work on my AO3 that says “sorry, she died, ongoing stories postponed forever” because don’t I want my fanfic buddies to think I ghosted them. Amen or whatever you say in a will.