Fuck You, Copilot
A little while ago, I talked about using AI for editing. I started looking for online AI editors, but then discovered Copilot could do the job for me. This was like finding out the neighbour I’d blissfully ignored for years had a skillset that I could’ve been maximising. My initial conversation with Copilot was the sort of conversation I might have with a human editor before they started work – a feeling out process. Copilot wanted to rewrite me. I told it, no, I just wanted a hard proofread. It said it could do that. We went back and forth over the parameters. I insisted it marked things up in…
Contemporaneous: Chapters’ 14 – 15
I sit back to read the opening of Melody’s manuscript: 14. Tianna was named after Tiananmen Square, her Chinese mother romanticising the homeland before she fled to Australia – or West Australia, to be precise, where she met Dylan Copley, a mail sorter sorting mail in the city’s central post office, although at different stages of his life he had aspired to play lead guitar in a band, become an actor, to be a stand-up comedian, before life’s little cruelties had sorted his aspirations into the impossibles basket. Of course, Tianna knew none of this as she picked at her lumpy mashed potatoes during family dinner. Mother insisted…