A human created The Laughter of the Sun series.

Me. That’s me in the photo.

I research science papers to use in my stories, and verify and cross-check my sources to ensure the facts are accurate before adding them to the plot. No AI guessing. I know more strange facts about bugs and fish and bees and Nature than one human (who isn’t a scientist) ought to.

I write every stinking word of my books. Then I tweak and fuss and refine them after receiving feedback from my human beta readers and my human editor, all of whom are happy to tear my work to pieces.

I have earned my thick skin.

My books are not perfect. I’ve grown as I continue to write. I love seeing my work change and develop.

Creating these stories is fun and weird and wakes me from a dead sleep more often than I’d like, when a character (usually Jelly) pops in my head to tell me something.

Why would I give that pleasure to a machine?