My professional self has three heads, and the heart that pumps blood to all of them is writing. If you are picturing Cerberus with a pen in each mouth and glasses on each pair of eyes, yes, exactly, that’s me.
As an author, an editor, and a college writing instructor, my stance on AI-generated “art,” be it visual or literary, has never wavered: It’s ethically wrong, environmentally hazardous, and, now proven by scientific studies, physically harmful, shutting down brains a little at a time, like motel signs burning out letter by letter.