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Re: Kabu A long explanation of important "stuff"
A bot... short for 'robot,' can be very useful, or they can get you in trouble. Trouble? Yep... let me explain. I'm not sure if I have mentioned it here, but I know I have on Facebook and in my writing group that someone who has used AI for a very long time will immediately recognize material written by a bot. First of all, there is the unusual spacing in Bot-land.
For this entry, I ask the bot to create a scene of a couple getting back together after a loud disagreement. This is what it gave me:
It was quiet between them at first — the kind of quiet that comes from too much emotion trying to find a safe exit. Robert stood on her porch in jeans and a soft flannel shirt, hair still damp from the shower, eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite name.
He didn’t move toward her. He let her decide.
She stepped closer. Just close enough.
“I hate being angry,” she whispered. “It makes everything else harder.”
Robert nodded. “I don’t blame you. I’ve done my share of damage.”
A pause. A breath.
“But we’ve both grown, Alicia,” he added. “And I’m not here to beg. I’m here to show you I finally know how to stay.”
The silence between them softened. Warmed.
Alicia looked at him — really looked — and the months of back-and-forth, the nights of uncertainty, the heartbreak that had nearly broken them for good… it all filtered through the lens of a very simple truth:
She still loved him.
And maybe now, just maybe, they both had learned enough not to waste it again.
She opened the door.
He followed her inside.
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As a reader, this would drive me nuts. This is how I would write it:
It was quiet between them at first — the kind of quiet that comes from too much emotion trying to find a safe exit. Robert stood on her porch in jeans and a soft flannel shirt, hair still damp from the shower, eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite name.
He didn’t move toward her. Their breakup had been loud, and he wanted her to decide on how to proceed. She stepped closer, not close enough for him to touch her, just close enough to let him know she wanted to try again. “I hate being angry,” she whispered. “It makes everything else harder.”
Robert nodded. “I don’t blame you. I’ve done my share of damage.” There was a pause as he took a deep breath. “But we’ve both grown, Alicia,” he added. “And I’m not here to beg. I’m here to show you I finally know how to stay.”
The silence between them softened, and the atmosphere between them warmed.
Alicia looked at him, really looked, and the months of back-and-forth, the nights of uncertainty, the heartbreak that had nearly broken them for good. It all filtered through the lens of a very simple truth:
She still loved him, and maybe now, just perhaps, they both had learned enough not to waste it again. She opened the door, and he followed her inside.
Which do you prefer? (Just kidding!)
Now this is how it would read after you run it through PWA... ProWritingAide:
It was quiet between them at first — the quiet that comes from too much emotion trying to find a safe exit. Robert stood on her porch in jeans and a soft flannel shirt, hair still damp from the shower, eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite name.
He didn’t move toward her. Their breakup had been loud, and he wanted her to decide how to proceed. She stepped closer, not close enough for him to touch her, just close enough to let him know she wanted to try again. “I hate being angry,” she whispered. “It makes everything else harder.”
Robert nodded. “I don’t blame you. I’ve done my share of damage.” There was a pause as he took a deep breath. “But we’ve both grown, Alicia,” he added. “And I’m not here to beg. I’m here to show you I finally know how to stay.”
The silence between them softened, and the atmosphere between them slowly warmed.
Alicia looked at him, really looked, and the months of back-and-forth, the nights of uncertainty, the heartbreak that had nearly broken them for good. It all filtered through the lens of a simple truth:
She still loved him, and maybe now, just perhaps, they both had learned enough not to waste it again. She opened the door, and he followed her inside.
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The change is subtle, but it does read much better.
I use the free edition of Grammarly and have installed it as a regular program that is always on. I buy a subscription to PWA (ProWritingAID) that costs me $144 every year. They have a three tier price structure, and because I write so much, I go for the highest price program. They have a free option, but you are limited to a certain number of words per day, and it doesn't catch everything. If you do a lot of writing, I highly recommend it.
I hope this helps someone!
V
posted by
BigV
on September 27, 2025 at 7:54 AM
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Re: Pat
LOL... Thank you. It takes a bit of getting used to working with them, but it helps.
I'll tell you the same thing I am going to tell Kabu in just a minute...
I'm going to post an article on how to use the AI bots... and how to get it past publishers.
posted by
BigV
on September 27, 2025 at 6:06 AM
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I am so old-fashioned. Is a Bot an AI helper? I wrote a wee story with Ai helping me and it was OK but not really m, a bit lifeless I thought.
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Kabu
on September 26, 2025 at 11:56 AM
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I am in awe of your tech savvy. I don't have a cell phone but am considering taking a leap of faith and signing up for one on Consumer Cellular - something Senior Simple. Have a good day writing. I hope you can train your bots to jump through your preferred hoops.
posted by
Pat_B
on September 26, 2025 at 11:24 AM
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