An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
The truth is that you can’t write a good book using AI right now without learning how to write. I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to, but you certainly can’t right now.
However, you probably can learn to write by using an AI to help you with a book. Continue reading “It’s Okay to Use Tools that Help You”
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 2: Jupiter, Deadly. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
The thick red smog whipped past Kipper as she flew haphazardly downward in her strange box-ship powered by the jetpack on her back. She felt the cold through the rubbery fabric of her spacesuit, and dancing wisps of red clouded her field of vision. Kipper’s paws gripped tight to the front edge of the box, and her feet braced against the back. Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 19: The Great Red Spot”
I am so profoundly disappointed by how pillars of the writing community have chosen to become ringleaders for pitchfork wielding mobs, unthinkingly screaming “theft!” & “plagiarism!” against anything with the slightest whiff of AI near it.
You’re making writers look ridiculous. Continue reading “Scattered Thoughts on Writing and AI”
There’s a lot of anti-AI screaming from writers these days. It’s so loud and intense that it’s basically scared all the AI-positive and AI-curious writers into hidden groups, too afraid to speak up publicly.
Well, to hell with that. I’m tired of the fear-mongers speaking for us. Continue reading “Writers Learning from Using AI”
My spouse (Daniel Lowd) and I know very different corners of the internet. He does machine learning. I’m a writer. (As is often the case, this post is converted from a Twitter thread.)
Yesterday, my corners turned into a pitchfork and torch carrying mob, as they’ve been doing more and more often. Today, his corners noticed it. Continue reading “When Writing and Machine Learning Collided”
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 2: Jupiter, Deadly. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
When Trugger arrived at the airlock, he found Kipper in a box. It was a lightweight storage cubby, crammed full of spacesuits, with spacesuits draping over its sides. It rested on the floor of the corridor, rocking and rotating lightly in the currents of oxo-agua. When it turned so Trugger could see inside, Kipper was barely noticeable among the other spacesuits. If she turned her head so the faceplate of her helmet looked away from him, there’d have been no way to tell she was anything other than another empty suit. Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 18: The Great Red Spot”
I feel like there might be a straight line to be drawn between watching Pee-wee Herman marry a bowl of fruit salad when I was five and writing a book about a lesbian elephant marrying a butterfly at forty.
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 2: Jupiter, Deadly. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
As usual, Trudith’s plans didn’t work out quite the way she expected. Keith took her to his church, and he showed her where the senator usually sat. However, instead of settling into a long discussion of the senator’s behavior at church, leading into a heart to heart about the senator’s intentions, all Trudith learned about was Keith. Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 17: Earth”
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 2: Jupiter, Deadly. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
The spiny wedge of an alien sail station loomed ahead on the Jolly Barracuda’s viewscreen. Every otter on the bridge grew deathly still looking at it. Bewhiskered faces with oval noses and serious expressions stared straight at the behemoth in front of them. Then, one by one, they turned to look at their captain.
Shifting uncomfortably under the combined gaze and the weighty Jovian gravity, Captain Cod eventually signed, “It’s big, isn’t it?” Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 16: The Great Red Spot”
I dreamed I was hanging out with Micky Dolenz. And what does my unconscious brain think I should do while hanging out with Micky Dolenz? Well, we were trying to train my dog to correctly identify which Monkee is singing lead when listening to a Monkees song. Continue reading “Sugar Salad and the Monkees”