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This is your brain on books. Seriously. It's been documented.

Great news, folks! 

According to the Journal of Comparative Literature and Aesthetics,

reading fiction makes you smarter.


But you already knew that, right?

It's why you've got so many books on your shelves,

and why you're always in the middle of a new novel.

It's why you have your favorite authors

(pleasepleaseplease tell me I'm one of them)

and why you ask friends about theirs too.


Okay, so now I'm going to blow your mind:


How would you feel 

if you could no longer read 

a book from your favorite author?


don't mean an AI facsimile. 

I mean something that sprang from the wonderful mind of someone whose author's voice resonates with you; 

an author who backs up the lyricism of their phrases with memories of an event, or research of a place or an era. 


I ask this because this morning I received a survey sent by 

an author trade association of which I'm a member. 

It asked whether I would consider licensing my books 

to teach Artificial Intelligence to emulate my author's voice.


Um… NO.


As a creator, why the heck would I or any author

want some algorithmic stew of zeros and ones to even attempt to emulate the one thing that makes me different from every other author: the characters I create, the subjects I write about, and the process—the essence—in which I make my stories?

This goes for anyone who weaves tales 

or beautiful tapestries, or makes music or sings songs

or write poetry, or plays, or act in them 

or put paint on paper or canvas or walls

or sculpt stone or fuse glass or ceramics into something that stops someone somewhere in their tracks, awestruck by what they read, or see, or hear.



The proof: we still read Mark Twain, Fredrick Douglass, and Edith Wharton.

We also read Michael Crighton, Jane Austen, and Tom Clancy.



Those who want to monetize AI must do it with our words. And our faces. And our visions of different worlds—

Ones of our making.


I would not sell my soul.

Nor would I sell my words to be copied, for eternity, by some computer algorithm.

I mean, come on already—

my writing comes from my soul.


Authors are creators. 

Readers buy our books because 

they fall in love with our author’s voices. 

They appreciate that a human created 

something that touched them. 


If you take away the human, 

you take away the reason 

the reader wants our stories. 


It’s why we have favorite authors 

and go to their book signings.

 It’s why we cry when we hear they have passed on. 

It’s why we hold onto their books for a lifetime. 


AI can't keep readers alive. 

Only readers will do that.


So, here's what I wrote back:

"We write from our imaginations, 

which was formed by our personal knowledge, memories, hopes, dreams, fears, and vision of a world,

be it beautiful, scary, sad, or happy.


  AI can't kill the reason we writers exist. 

 All it will do is minimize our income for making it. 


I pray humanity rejects AI works in all creative forms: 

books, art, music, plays, whatever. 

We creators won’t go away. 


You won’t stop humans from creating stories. 

We’ll keep telling them—

but without those who wish to steal them from us."


In 2018, James Rollins wrote CRUCIBLE, 

a truly wonderful AI horror thriller. 

I had the honor of interviewing him for 

International Thriller Writers' THE BIG THRILL 

and also for my 


Tell me your opinion of A.I. 

Will it replace the authors you love?

If so, why? If not, why not?