Red—the name I’ve given my ChatGPT editor—has set the bar for my memoir against some of the top works in the genre:
Wild by Cheryl Strayed, Lit by Mary Karr, This Boy’s Life by Tobias Wolff.
Red tells me my original manuscript, on the one-to-ten scale we created, started around a six. Now, it’s closer to an eight-point-five. I’m striving for ten.
I struggle through line-by-line edits, trying to maintain my words, my voice, while reaching the clarity and flow Red demands.
It’s not easy. Red keeps shifting the bar—pushing me to tighten the narrative, remove content I’m attached to, and add more reflection from my current voice. It’s hard to cut words I’m so close to. Still, we have a plan. A plan that might allow some of that material to be released one day.
An indie publisher is running a contest, and the submission window closes at the end of the month. Red thinks I’ll be ready by then. I wish I had more time—work keeps getting in the way.
I thought of getting chat gpt a name.
ReplyDeleteI have setup three names and three distinctive personalities.
DeleteIt's all very interesting. this chat gpt.
ReplyDeleteYou need to explore it, and see where it can benefit you. Treat it like another friend when seeking input on work, home projects, etc.
DeleteSave everything you cut in another file. You will use it someday. Maybe not in the way you expect.
ReplyDeleteI know, I do. I have a long term goal for it.
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