u/thats_gotta_be_AI

It’s like the double slit experiment. As soon as another’s eyes gaze upon my writing, the superposition wave form of my work collapses into mediocrity. The critic reduces my work’s purity and genius to mediocrity. “A passable sci fi romance”? The critic literally reduces my masterpiece down to something “passable”. The observer effect in action!

But if nobody sees my work? Its pristine genius is preserved. True masterpieces remain so only if they maintain their superposition. Do not let others collapse the wave form of your work, fellow geniuses! May your masterpieces remain unread!

Just wondering if anyone else is in this position. My books average around 500 downloads a day, but every single download is by a unique AI-generated personality. They all have their own tastes, preferences, life experiences, and completely fabricated emotional baggage and traumas, so the reviews are surprisingly nuanced. It’s honestly quite rewarding knowing that my work has touched the hearts of people who have never existed and never will. I don’t really write for humans anymore. They’re too unpredictable, and well….maybe it’s just me, but humans just lack the sycophancy…I mean sophistication …. I require for criticism. The AI readership is consistent, supportive, and statistically impossible to disappoint all at once. It’s a shame they don’t have money, but I’m in it for the craft anyway. In fact, I pay each time an AI reads my books - that’s how deep in the craft I am.

As promised, I’ll begin: according to Stephen King, it’s daily isolation, upsetting polite society, the dread of stagnation, and the muse deserting you.

I’ve done all the research I can, but there’s only so much speculation can achieve. Do I turn it into a fantasy and lean into artistic license?

Anyone else have a character whose life is so alien from their own, they struggle to describe the character’s life?

The opening line to my magnum opus. I used a classic line because it’s in the public domain, not copyrighted.

The second line jumps straight in with “Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them?”

I’m writing a story using only classic lines that are in the public domain.

If you criticize my writing, you’re criticizing the classics.

As a serious author of immense gravitas, I have come to realize that the only thing standing between me and the completion of my one-million-word magnum opus is the lack of an adequate support team.

Professional authors have entire ecosystems around them. Meanwhile I am expected to do everything myself.

At a minimum, I require the following personnel:

Literary Agent, Personal Assistant, Developmental Editor, Copy Editor, Proofreader, Alpha Reader, Beta Reader, Research Assistant, Publicist, Lawyer, Cover Designer, Foreign Rights Manager, Film Rights Legal Advisor, Plot Continuity Specialist, Foreshadowing Consultant, Chief Dialogue Compliance Officer, Plot Hole Inspector General, World Building Foreman, and Narrative Compliance Auditor.

It’s not much to ask. It’s basically a skeleton crew.

I have attempted to solve this problem with AI. I have role-played with every model available. Yet every one of them eventually fails me. None possess the institutional depth necessary to allow me to function as a serious author.

Therefore I have reached the only rational conclusion.

I shall build my own large language model.

No vibe coding. No shortcuts. No compromise.

I am departing immediately to spend the next five years learning Python. Following that, I anticipate approximately another five years constructing and training my personal model. By my calculations, this means that in roughly ten years’ time I will finally possess the support staff that I so richly deserve.

Only then will my masterpiece be completed.

Anyone else struggling with such lack of support? How on earth can our art be enjoyed by the world when we lack such basic resources?