alt Hacker NewsI heard the other day that LLMs won't replace writers, just mediocre writing.
On the one hand, I can see the point- you'll never get chatgpt to come up with something on par with the venerable Crafting Interpreters.
On the other hand, that means that all the hard-won lessons from writing poorly and improving with practice will be eliminated for most. When a computer can do something better than you right now, why bother trying to get better on your own? You never know if you'll end up surpassing it or not. Much easier to just put out mediocre crap and move on.
Which, I think, means that we will see fewer and fewer masters of crafts as more people are content with drudgery.
After all, it is cheaper and generally healthier and tastier to cook at home, yet for many people fast food or ordering out is a daily thing.
Replies
Your whole point is disproven by woodworking as a craft, and many other crafts for that matter. There are still craftspeople doing good work with wood even though IKEA and such have captured the furniture industry.
There will still be fine programmers developing software by hand after AI is good enough for most.
LLMs will make mediocre and bad writers think they are good writers. It will also make consumers of said mediocre and bad writing think they are consuming worthwhile stuff. Not only will writing get worse but expectations for it will sink as well.
(I’ve written this in the future tense but this is all in fact happening already. Amid the slop, decent writing stands out more.)
What is the inherent value of being able to write well?
Is it not possible that people consider their craft to exist at a higher level than the written word? For example, writing facile prose is a very different from being a good storyteller. How many brilliant stories has the world missed out on because the people who imagined them didn't have the confidence with prose to share them.
I have to disagree. My brother-in-law has started to use ChatGPT to punch up his personal letters and they’ve become excerpts from lesser 70s sitcoms. From actually personal and relevant to disturbingly soulless.