I recently had coffee with a friend, and he helped me understand something about my blog posts. He said the posts didn’t sound like me and he was right, because I had used ChatGPT-generated content. I realized that although I had written the first paragraph (only most of it, not all of it), that’s basically it. ChatGPT did the rest. My friend said that he wanted to hear my stories, the ones that I told him that came from my heart, the real-stuff about me and what’s going on around me — not simply AI-generated stuff.
That was a huge eye opener for me. I’m going to work harder to share my thoughts and feelings in my posts to get better at blogging, and write each and every one with my own words for you to read.
I’ve removed what I had published before, because it’s simply AI talking. I’m going to fully write each and every blog post myself, starting with the next one. I’m also changing the publication timing, because I’ll be writing (not AI), and I will be working with editors to help to make it awesome, so they’ll be on the 1st of the month. However, they’ll be about me, my injury, or something related to it. I’ll still use AI, but I won’t simply paste in a technical statement and publish what it says. I’ll describe something that I have thought, or something that I have noticed. The core will be me, helped by AI, but the ultimate version will have been proofed by who are good at that.
That is exactly what I want to read, Robert — your story, your challenges, your triumphs. Thank you!
Thanks to Google, everything that I’d typed before was basically online-barf-stuff, that nobody really cares about. I’ll write about me!
Amazing! It’s you I want to read about!
That’s pretty much what my friend said, that with Google everything that I was spewing (his words, with a barfing-gesture) was basically useless. I’ll share more!
So proud of you Rob Your story is an inspiration and needs to be told. S
Thank you! People have told me something like that, a lot over the last few years, but I always dismissed it by thinking that I’m not interesting-enough, or some sort of thing like that. I honestly don’t know what it was in what he’d said to me, because it was basically the same that I’ve heard before, but for some reason it hit me figuratively right between the eyes.