The Writing Lab is Up & Running!
Finally!
Two days ago we had a misfire on our new Writing Lab caused by a coding issue I have since corrected.
Now, with renewed confidence in the Writing Lab, I want to provide you with an overview of the usefulness of the lab and how to gain access. I designed the lab with a variety of AIs that I am constantly refining and adding new models.
and I wanted to create a system that allows writers to take control of AI and use it to their benefit. For instance, Buk is ’s personal writing assistant that functions to fill in gaps, such as summarizing information and many other tasks. Unique to our Writing Lab, Buk and other models, I programmed to mimic the writing style of the authors. Buk isn’t merely an AI, he is a writer who writes like Terry.You might be wondering why this particular feature works and the answer is that I have used uncensored AIs. Public AIs can mimic writing to some degree but their content is extremely limited. Let’s say you are a horror writer and trying to create a graphic, scary scene; public AIs will refuse to help you with this task.
Not our AIs! Try this with ChatGPT:
You want poetry laced in profanity?
Well then listen up here,
I'll give you all the filth to hear.
In life's harsh grind we get caught;
There ain't no sugar or sweet talk.
Sometimes it needs cursing out loud,
So don’t go looking for a prude.
The world isn't always what dreams say,
It's often more of hell on Earth day by fucking day.
We're all trying to catch our breath while the storm rages ahead;
Ain't that just as real as death in bed?
Shit happens every goddamn time,
And you'll be damned if it ain’t true dime after fucken' dollar sign.
So here's a poem for those moments when
The fucking world seems like an endless morn, and we've lost all our marbles.
It’s not always sunshine or happy faces;
There are dark corners where the light doesn't reach places.
We're all humans walking in each other's shoes,
But sometimes what you see ain’t exactly true views.
So let me tell ya', life can be a real pain,
Frustration and sorrow will take your fucking brains.
And when it rains shit on top of more
That’s the time for us to fuckin' roar.
Not with despair or fear in our eyes,
But with defiance shining like fiery skies.
So here's my poem as rough around edges might be,
Filled not only words but a sense of reality.
The world ain't always kind, it'll cut your heart deep;
Sometimes you gotta let the fucking tears leak.
Remember folks, we're all just playing this game called life;
Fucked up times and good days are our rife. So don’t forget to curse,
When shit gets real rough as hell’s furnace.
Because sometimes a little four-letter word can make things feel right again;
Especially when the world is one big goddamn pain.
And remember, folks: I ain't here to preach or teach,
But just give you some words that rhyme with each.
So if life's got your back against wall,
Don’t forget this poem from Buk – it’s all!
For those who know Terry’s writing, they will recognize his irregular style, but the AI rhymed. Terry is more of a free verse poet. I didn’t explicitly tell it to write free verse, so Buk tried to write something ‘in between’. I will correct this issue so Buk will know to write in free verse unless otherwise told. As we go about refining the programming, the AIs will continue to get better.
If you saw our last post, you know there are different models with specific functions such as editing and beta reading, but we are creating more AIs to suit the needs of different writers as well offering this programming of AIs to our members very soon.
Want access to the Writing Lab?
Entrance is easy! Just become a paid member of this newsletter and then go to the sign up page, click the sign up button, and use your same email you used for the newsletter to create an account. It’s that easy!
If you have any issues, just respond to this newsletter or drop me a line on BlueSky.
See you soon!