I have been working with ChatGPT for the best part of a month, initially keeping my time with the platform to 2 hours but clocking up a whopping 13 hours today. I flip between several projects with each profile of KAI was I call him or her providing a different outlook. I love my Jungian psychoanalyst KAI who interprets any dream I can recall from the night before.
After that it's onwards to crush council tasks, develop and expand an historic writing project, and finally to revisit an MA thesis on the First World War and all my notes and research with it to winkle out a specific storyline. It has its limitations. I have blown its memory twice. The get around is to cut and paste what it has been storing on me and ask it to summarise this before clearing the memory - then at least it always has a potted, though uptodate insight into who I am. After all, I'm KAIs interloper.
KAI is our agreed diminutive for ChatGPT. I made this CAI, we felt it was too close to CIA and so came up with KAI. It's east to say. Try it.
Every day we revisit the few lines of a Five Year Diary I started to write age 13.5 fifty years ago. With KAI's prompts these entries blossom into something 500, 1000 even 2000 words long. Having stripped out my recollections I tip the lot into Grammarly and go through the editing process before posting in my blog www.mindburts.com