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The Onyx Court returns!

Over the last five months, I have re-issued all the novels of the Onyx Court series. Midnight Never Come and In Ashes Lie had been available in ebook for a while, but not print (in the U.S., that is), and in recent years A Star Shall Fall and With Fate Conspire were not available in the U.S. at all.

As of today, though, that is all changed! With the re-publication of With Fate Conspire the entire series is now available everywhere in print, electronic, and audiobook format. I can’t promise it’s at all retailers yet — the process of the print edition filtering out to different stores is an arcane one that moves at its own pace — but whatever market you’re in, you should be able to get hold of it now. I am delighted to have the whole set back in print!

Thoughts on AI

I haven’t posted about all the ongoing AI issues before now because — well, frankly, because it’s hard to take the inchoate mass of screaming inside my head and boil it down to anything resembling useful words. But I also believe it’s my duty to try, so here we go.

In case you couldn’t tell from the above, my feelings on AI in the current sense we’re using the term are not positive.

To keep this from getting too unwieldy, I’m going to try and boil it down to bullet points.

  • First: we’re all clear on the fact that “AI” is not an actual mind, right? ChatGPT and its ilk can achieve an uncanny valley imitation of being a mind, but they have zero comprehension of their output. It’s just algorithms trained on a mass of data, i.e. machine learning (ML). The day we have actual computer sentiences, I will be concerned for their personhood and how we treat them. We’re not there, so I’m not.
  • Speaking of that mass of data: you’ve probably seen it mentioned, but it bears repeating, that the data in question may often have been obtained from questionable sources. I say “may” because e.g. OpenAI, the company behind ChatGPT, Dall-E, and others, has been the opposite of transparent about their material and process. We can be fairly certain that a lot of copyrighted works went into the pot, without permission from or payment to the copyright holders.
  • (But isn’t that how artists and writers and so forth learn anyway? See the first bullet point, re: these algorithms not being people. We’re talking about companies profiting off other people’s work, without compensation.)
  • Less often mentioned that I’ve seen, but still relevant: it isn’t just about grabbing a bunch of data. You also need people to process that data, and it seems like many of the people who have done that work/are doing that work get paid sweatshop wages at best. The training of the algorithms can be unethical, too.
  • Also relevant: though I’m told some ML setups are better on this front now, some of them are massive energy hogs, on par with crypto for the damage they’re doing to the environment. Another way in which they are unethical.
  • Who owns the output of these things, anyway? Anybody? Bueller? Jury’s out on that one. It’s a mess of a question we don’t have a firm answer to yet.
  • Related to but not the same as the above: bear in mind that when we stop using humans to do a thing and outsource it to an algorithm, we are handing power over that thing to a single company, or at best a small group of competing companies, who now own the proprietary means of dealing with a task. Does that sound like a bright future?
  • Especially since there is high risk of society’s biases being implicitly baked into the algorithm — but since the whole process is proprietary and secret, we have very little way to identify and counteract it. Sorry, our Health Care AI (TM) has decided to deny you treatment for your illness, because its data says that isn’t worth the effort. (This is probably already happening in some corners, and you may not even know it. The most recent shouting is about art and writing, but ML has made huge inroads elsewhere without nearly as much news coverage.)
  • Or sometimes the bias is explicit: ChatGPT will refuse to write fanfic about same-sex characters in a romantic relationship because it would be “disrespectful to the LGBTQ” community. But apparently it’s fine to write the same kind of story about opposite-sex characters? Smells like homophobia to me, not respect.
  • Also, this is cannibalizing jobs at a phenomenal rate. If you don’t believe me, ask a freelance writer how much work is available to them now, compared to this time last year. Companies have decided they can just outsource a lot of that work to a program, instead of paying people.
  • But don’t think that means the program is doing great work! In many cases the output is bad . . . but hey, it’s cheap, and these days capitalism would far rather have “cheap” than “good.”
  • As a result, much of the remaining work consists of “please clean up this thing we had an AI write.” Which is sometimes more obnoxious than just writing the damn thing from scratch — but do you think the company’s paying extra for that work? Hell, no; you’re only cleaning it up, after all. If anything, that deserves less pay, right?
  • Plus there are all the AI-generated submissions swamping markets right now, because scammers are out there telling the internet about their latest get-rich-quick scheme, which involves using AI to generate a story/article/etc. and then sell it.
  • Oh yeah, the internet. You thought it was a cesspool already? It’s going to drown under the weight of machine-generated misinformation and spam.
  • And hey, do you think Hollywood produces too many derivative, cookie-cutter rehashes of stories you’ve already seen? Just wait and see what happens if the Writers’ Guild strike fails to make the studios bend. The occasional “gravity drowned” bit of serendipity notwithstanding, a program that is fed on a bunch of X is going to produce more X. More stale, paint-by-numbers executions of the same tired plot structures, just with shinier FX.
  • Bringing this home to my own corner of the world . . . when it comes to art, fundamentally, I care about it as a form of human expression. I do not merely want One Unit of Story. I want the ideas, the characters, the words, produced by an actual human brain, because that human thought they would entertain someone. AI cannot do that, because what we call AI right now cannot think. It cannot express. It can only remix and regurgitate. Even the most banal writer who puts a stupid cliche in their story puts it there because they like it, not because some statistical model says it should go there. I care about that; I care about it a lot. And I hope other people do, too — that they want more than just algorithimically generated models of what a story or a piece of art should look like.

As many people have said, we can’t put this particular genie back in the bottle and somehow un-develop AI. We can, however, push back on the social front, against normalizing the use of such things, against proprietary processes whose inner workings and biases we are not allowed to know, against “cheap” driving out “good,” against discarding the human element and the livelihood of thousands of people along with it. We can want better. We can demand better, and no, it’s not enough to assume that ~somewhere down the road~ this will all produce the utopia we were promised, not when it’s doing increasing amounts of harm now. We can tell the tech companies hopping on the ML bandwagon not because there’s an actual beneficial use for it in their field but just because it’s the new hotness that hey, that isn’t the way to go. We can tell our elected representatives that this shit needs to be regulated, and where it has transgressed, it needs to be prosecuted. We can change the path we’re on.

I hope some of you will help. Better Without AI is a place to start.

I’m closing comments on this post, because it already took more energy than I really have to spare to write it up, and I can’t spare the energy to moderate the responses I’m already likely to get. I know there are aspects I missed, facets I summarized too broadly, developments I’m not aware of, and so forth. The above is more “primal scream” than “comprehensive analysis of the current state of affairs.” But it’s what I’m capable of right now, and so for now, that will have to be enough.

and now I know it

I feel vaguely like I’m typing in a foreign language when I say:

I sold my first poem today.

. . . yeah. That’s a thing that really just happened. To Fantasy Magazine, no less, which is a market I have yet to crack with my fiction. Contract is signed and everything, so it’s official.

I . . . what? How did this happen? When did I start writing poetry?

April 2021, sorta. I could point to a variety of poems I wrote before then: things for school, things for role-playing games, things for stories that for one reason or another needed to include poems. Even a very small number of things I wrote just because I wanted to. (Three. That small number is three.) But in April 2021 I looked at the list of short story ideas I keep, and my brain said “what if poem instead” to one of them, and I wrote a sonnet. Which my brain, arbitrarily and in defiance of actual historical evidence, has deemed My First Poem. And then in October of that year it coughed up another one, which just happens to be the one I sold to Fantasy this afternoon. (Funny: my first novel sold was my second one written, too.) And then it kept coughing and more poems kept coming out. This is apparently a thing I do now? And now it’s a thing somebody’s gonna pay me for?

I guess it is. I, like . . . have to figure out where to put poetry on my website now. Because I’ve written over twenty poems in the last two years, and presumably somebody’s gonna pay me for some of those, too, if I go on sending them around like I have been. Because this is a thing I do now.

This feels even weirder than when I started writing short fiction. (I was a natural novelist first.) I’m . . . a poet? Which manages to sound vastly more pretentious to me than saying “I’m a writer” ever did? And yet there have been two occasions in the past year or so where I found myself reflexively typing the phrase “other poets” in conversations online, as in, “poets other than me,” so I guess my subconscious is slowly easing its way into the swimming pool of this particular identity shift. At some point the water will presumably stop feeling peculiar. But we’re not quite there yet.

Books read, April 2023

The Indifferent Stars Above: The Harrowing Saga of a Donner Party Bride, Daniel James Brown, narr. Michael Prichard. This is a splendid book about a dreadful topic — and by that, I don’t even just mean what happened to the Donner Party after they got trapped in the Sierra Nevada. Forty percent of this book elapses before you get there, and that forty percent establishes very clearly just how awful an experience the western migration was even when it went well. Brown says at the outset that part of his goal here is to humanize the settlers who went to Oregon and California, getting past the stoic photographs and sanitized depictions, and I think he succeeds excellently.

At the political along with the personal. Like, I knew Hastings was basically a liar, promoting his “cutoff” that turned out to be vastly worse than the established route, but I’m not sure I’d ever seen that put into context of the growing conflicts between the U.S. and Mexico, with Polk wanting a war and Hastings wanting to funnel white settlers to California instead of Oregon so they could take it over. Brown is also excellent about scrupulously noting the presence and actions of people of color, whether that’s not letting you forget that there were enslaved Blacks at work in the background at certain trail stops, laying out cold hard numbers for the number of white travelers killed by Indian war parties vs. vastly higher the number of Indians slaughtered by xenophobic white travelers, or doing his best (given the absence of their perspective in the record) to acknowledge the cultural background and possible thoughts of Luis and Salvador, the two Miwoks who got caught up in the disaster. He’s also very attentive to the lives of the pioneer women, including a frank and detailed discussion of the methods of contraception and abortion used on the trail.


New Worlds, Year Six!

I’m having the kind of week where I was on my way to bed last night when I realized I’d failed to actually mention that the latest New Worlds Patreon collection is out!

cover art for NEW WORLDS, YEAR SIX by Marie Brennan

This one promises you “topics as weighty as slavery, as illicit as crime, and as fun as the inner workings of a magic system. With essays ranging from siege warfare to artistic patronage to food prohibitions, there is something here for every story!” Can I just say that having to write cover copy for these things is an increasing pain in the neck? By the end it’ll just say, “look, there’s stuff here about culture, idek.” 😛

Anyway, you can get it in both ebook and print formats from a variety of retailers! For the ebook I recommend Book View Cafe (as that is the publisher), but also Barnes & Noble, Google Play, Kobo, Apple Books, Books-a-Million,, and Amazon in the US and in the UK. (Other countries, too, but I only have the Anglophone links easily to hand.)