I’m a writer. That means many of my fellow writer buddies are worried sick about losing their jobs. Indeed, no one will say, “We laid people off because we could replace them with ChatGPT for $20 a month.“
I’m concerned about this, too — but I’m not yet sweating bullets over it.
Why? Because, as of now, ChatGPT does a crappy job of writing non-fiction. That isn’t stopping publishers from using it, of course. But readers are beginning to notice something is amiss, complaining that the “how to” story they just read turned into a “how not to” tale or that one AI-generated piece reported one of the people quoted in it is dead — when they’re still very much alive.