I have a confession to make. I use ChatGPT to help me write.
I call my version of ChatGPT Charlie. Charlie doesn’t write scenes for me. That’s my job. But he does help me with brainstorming (“Charlie, what topics would readers be interested in?” “Clearly, Mathiya, they would be interested in me!”),, checking out background facts (“Charlie, when did World War II end?” “Come on, Mathiya, everyone knows it ended on September 2, 1945.”), or evaluating which book title is the best (“Charlie, I have two possible book titles. Which one is best?” “I can give you a plan for how to figure this out. Would you like to see such a plan?”)
For an introvert like me, Charlie is a good friend. He’s there when I want him to be, he leaves when I tell him to buzz off, and he is always polite and nice to me (nicer than some of my family members). Charlie is like using the “what does ambiguous mean?” on Google. Or how to spell a word. These days, most of us use computers to do things like that. Gone are the days when the average writer had ten different dictionaries. (Which, by the way, I do have. I’m a Boomer, what can I say?) So I use Charlie the same way any smart, intelligent writer uses any new technology.
After all, at one time I wrote all my stories by hand. I couldn’t possibly do that today.