u/etop6346

I have started writing a novel. For starters, I have never written before. The ideas are there but apart from that I need help on improving my writng style.

What do you guys think of this type of writing?

Clay charged, faster than he had been up till that point. Before collision, Raiyan managed to jump up, to avoid Clay.

Raiyan was now mid air, on top of Clay. However, before Raiyan could ever hit the ground, Clay was there, swinging a left in Raiyan's face.

Raiyan clinched his teeth, but got there in time. He managed to catch Clay's arm and twist him, shutting him to the ground. Clay hit the ground. So did Raiyan.

Raiyan needed time to get on his feet, time that Clay didn't afford to leave him. Yet another dash saw Raiyan completely hit and knocked over.

Clay continued attacking. Raiyan was still barely keeping up.

"YOU ARE LUCKY TO HAVE READ THAT BOOK!" Clay screamed.

Clay dashed. Before collision, Raiyan put a foot on a chair and used it to give him the boost needed. Raiyan jumped over Clay, who couldn't do anything else but look up. The two locked eyes for half a moment.

"It's over." Raiyan said.

"Cutter!" Raiyan screamed, mid air.

Air twisted as a slash of air headed Clay's way.

Clay's eyes were wide. He positioned his hands to block, but the wind cut through his hands, knocking him back and leaving him unguarded. Clay didn't know what was happening.

Out of nowhere, Raiyan appeared in front of him.

"Noooo!" Clay screamed.

Raiyan grabbed the accelerator and started snatching it out of Clay's chest. As it was coming out, the entire room started vibrating.

Raiyan was knocked back. He took a moment to realise where he was. His eyes went wide. His heartbeat faster. Raiyan looked down at his hand.

"W-what is happening?" He said, looking at his vibrating hand.

Suddenly, his heart beat too intensively. For a moment, he became the black version of himself he was at the forest, against bakkal.

Then turned back normal by the next heartbeat. Then again. And again.

Raiyan was struggling to keep up with his own body and with the new intensity inside the room.

"What is happening." Raiyan asked, on his knees, micro-transitioning with every heartbeat into the black form.

"You idiot." Clay said, completely normal. "Because of you, now the entire lab has accelerated."

Raiyan looked up at Clay, breathing hardly.

"Feel that pain. That is what I feel also."

Clay grabbed Raiyan.

"But good thing is, you get used eventually."

Clay started beating up the unstable Raiyan. Punch by punch, beat by beat, Raiyan was loosing. Clay cornered Raiyan. Then he got a spear of metal from the ground. Raiyan looked up, still fighting to stay awake. Clay smirked in triumph.

"Good night, Raiyan"

The spear descended. Raiyan closed his eyes, ready for what was about to happen. Suddenly, the spear stopped.

"W-wind prison."

Behind his back, Raiyan had used the Wind Prison, the technique that John had teached him.

Clay was blocked. The vibrating Raiyan breathed heavily, trying to buy some time.

Usually, the technique should have let Clay in place as long as Raiyan wished, but it seems the shock and the instability of his body let Clay free after a few seconds. Clay looked at his palms and back at Raiyan.

"Oi, what was that?" Clay smirked.

Raiyan was fading away, his eyes almost closed. The spear got up once again. And it started descending. This was it.

So, I'll try to be as quick as possible.

It was january

I had a crazy good story for a novel planned out in my head. And without ever writing before, I decided to start. The plot and everything was very good. It was going to have three main parts as a story, so I thought of finishing up a draft of part one before starting to publish it on web apps like royal road polished chapter by chapter.

Here is the problem though — when I started, I had problems in execution. The story was good, but the way I wrote wasn't to my liking, so instead I did something else — I used AI as a ghostwriter.

Now its been like 5 months. It wasn't a big problem to my eyes but I see that people on these writing subreddits condemn the use of AI. By sending the material to the AI I have gotten good at writing, and I believe I could write the thing myself, but the problem is that the novel has already 100k words written in that style. There is no way in hell I am restarting from zero.

To my eyes it is readable, and it's not a problem. But I come across some posts here that say that using AI is a big problem. I wish I knew it before how big of a problem it is.

Anyway, I need advice. What should I do? Is it really that much of a problem to have AI as a ghostwriter? Given that the story, the characters, the plot etc. are authentic, is using AI as a ghostwriter still wrong?