Friday, August 11, 2023

Chat Bot Chat

Today's blog is something that I know nothing about, but I shall talk about it like an expert.

AI writing.

I was reading during the week about the author who had books appear on Amazon with her name on the front, the content generated by a computer. Amazon were sticky to take the books down at first as the author had not copyrighted her own name. There’s lots of chat on the internet now about the legality of  copyrighting your name, lots of authors are now interested in doing it.

And a chatbot thingy did not surely put those books on Amazon with somebody else’s name on them. I think that might have been a humanoid looking to line their own pockets.

There’s a Caro Ramsay with a very big business selling vitamins and health foods in the USA. I think the idea would be the copyright the authors name along with mystery fiction so nobody else can use the name for those purposes. 

Or can you copyright someone elses’ name so they can’t use it either? Could I  get a copyright on a celebrity’s name so that they can’t write under their own name and get 6 figure publishing deal because they once fell over on Strictly.

I don’t have the bot thing  on my laptop. But He does. I asked it to write a poem about me.  Who hasn’t done that?

“In Glasgow's heart, where shadows dance and crime unfolds, A pen conjures tales of mysteries untold, Caro Ramsay, the wordsmith of the night, Crafts gripping narratives, both dark and light.

Her ink spills secrets on the city's streets, Detective Colin's mind, her readers meet, With each page turned, a puzzle to unmask, She weaves suspense, a thrilling, gripping task.

In realms of crime, her stories take their flight, Caro Ramsay's art, a beacon shining bright, Through twists and turns, her literary art, Captivates minds and leaves a lasting mark.”

It's the wee things, like not knowing a surname from a Christian name....


And then a poem about Douglas Skelton and a poem about Michael Malone. Sterile is the word I would use. Same as a eulogy when the celebrant never knew the person. Same as being introduced at a book festival when the chair has done no research whatsoever.


However, as a piece of research, I did ask it to write the prologue of my novel. It was complete and utter not very good. Like a bad essay written in fourth year.  It was worse than the drunken scribbling of something that may develop, after a lot of work, into a first draft.

200 words of useless and vague imagery about being lonely.

It was so bad, it spurred me on to write something equally bad but I wrote it myself and it was quick. Seriously though, I had written 4 or 5 prologues then asked the Bot what it would do.

What it came up with was dreadful, but it did give me a few ideas about who the vague the prologue could be, and how it might not be clear to whom it referred- and that kicked off a twist in the tale with the minor plot line. 

And THAT thought, was genius. Smacking my hands together; they won't see THAT coming, killer last para sorted.

A creative mind, I think,  sees inspiration in everything. That’s my argument.

My pal, who has a company that selling only though the internet, now lets the chatbot do all her publicity and advertising.

Like many things, a chat good slave, bad master.

Caro ( not a bot)



  1. I love this post, Caro. I have had a lot of students experiment with this and you are right, it's not only incorrect, it is soulless. I guess the thing we have to worry about is whether generations who've grown up with algorithms and Alexa will be able to tell the difference the way we can.

  2. Your poem reminds me of the kind of florid nonsense I'd write when I was at school. I've often been referred to as 'Android' at work. Maybe this explains why my writing is soulless and predictable.
    You knew I was going to say that, didn't you?