The world ended on a Tuesday, and Raine was running late. She bolted from her bed and flung open the curtains, half-expecting to see fire and smoke. Instead, the sky over the city of Atlantea was a placid blue, the morning sun casting long, lazy shadows across the crystalline buildings.
The world ended on a Tuesday, and Raine was running late. She bolted from her bed and flung open the curtains, half-expecting to see fire and smoke. Instead, the sky over the city of Atlantea was a placid blue, the morning sun casting long, lazy shadows across the crystalline buildings.
The world ended on a Tuesday, and Raine was running late. She bolted from her bed and flung open the curtains, half-expecting to see fire and smoke. Instead, the sky over the city of Atlantea was a placid blue, the morning sun casting long, lazy shadows across the crystalline buildings.
The world ended on a Tuesday, and Raine was running late. She bolted from her bed and flung open the curtains, half-expecting to see fire and smoke. Instead, the sky over the city of Atlantea was a placid blue, the morning sun casting long, lazy shadows across the crystalline buildings.
Fragments of memory bobbed to the surface of her mind like flotsam: the council of gods, Zeus’s thunderous decree, her defiant shout. And then the bolt, bright as a thousand suns, arcing down from the cloud-wreathed peak of Olympus.
Fragments of memory bobbed to the surface of her mind like flotsam: the council of gods, Zeus’s thunderous decree, her defiant shout. And then the bolt, bright as a thousand suns, arcing down from the cloud-wreathed peak of Olympus.
Fragments of memory bobbed to the surface of her mind like flotsam: the council of gods, Zeus’s thunderous decree, her defiant shout. And then the bolt, bright as a thousand suns, arcing down from the cloud-wreathed peak of Olympus.
Fragments of memory bobbed to the surface of her mind like flotsam: the council of gods, Zeus’s thunderous decree, her defiant shout. And then the bolt, bright as a thousand suns, arcing down from the cloud-wreathed peak of Olympus.
Fragments of memory bobbed to the surface of her mind like flotsam: the council of gods, Zeus’s thunderous decree, her defiant shout. And then the bolt, bright as a thousand suns, arcing down from the cloud-wreathed peak of Olympus.
Fragments of memory bobbed to the surface of her mind like flotsam: the council of gods, Zeus’s thunderous decree, her defiant shout. And then the bolt, bright as a thousand suns, arcing down from the cloud-wreathed peak of Olympus.
She hit him with her car on their first date. To be precise, the date hadn't officially started yet. Jasper was still standing on the curb, checking his phone for a text from her, when a green Subaru swerved around the corner and clipped his left leg.
She hit him with her car on their first date. To be precise, the date hadn't officially started yet. Jasper was still standing on the curb, checking his phone for a text from her, when a green Subaru swerved around the corner and clipped his left leg.
She hit him with her car on their first date. To be precise, the date hadn't officially started yet. Jasper was still standing on the curb, checking his phone for a text from her, when a green Subaru swerved around the corner and clipped his left leg.
She hit him with her car on their first date. To be precise, the date hadn't officially started yet. Jasper was still standing on the curb, checking his phone for a text from her, when a green Subaru swerved around the corner and clipped his left leg.
She took the Skywalk across Poseidon's Plaza, glancing down at the dry fountain in the center. Once, a great statue of the sea god had stood there, trident raised high as if to summon a tidal wave. Now it was a ruin, chipped and salt-stained, like so much else in the city. Raine's heart ached at the sight.
She took the Skywalk across Poseidon's Plaza, glancing down at the dry fountain in the center. Once, a great statue of the sea god had stood there, trident raised high as if to summon a tidal wave. Now it was a ruin, chipped and salt-stained, like so much else in the city. Raine's heart ached at the sight.
She took the Skywalk across Poseidon's Plaza, glancing down at the dry fountain in the center. Once, a great statue of the sea god had stood there, trident raised high as if to summon a tidal wave. Now it was a ruin, chipped and salt-stained, like so much else in the city. Raine's heart ached at the sight.
She took the Skywalk across Poseidon's Plaza, glancing down at the dry fountain in the center. Once, a great statue of the sea god had stood there, trident raised high as if to summon a tidal wave. Now it was a ruin, chipped and salt-stained, like so much else in the city. Raine's heart ached at the sight.
Being murdered in a library was bad luck for Miles Reade, but having his corpse found by twelve bibliophile toddlers on a class trip was purest irony.
Being murdered in a library was bad luck for Miles Reade, but having his corpse found by twelve bibliophile toddlers on a class trip was purest irony.
Being murdered in a library was bad luck for Miles Reade, but having his corpse found by twelve bibliophile toddlers on a class trip was purest irony.
Being murdered in a library was bad luck for Miles Reade, but having his corpse found by twelve bibliophile toddlers on a class trip was purest irony.
A Tweet changed everything. Lizzy stared at her phone in disbelief as she walked down the crowded New York City street. She had just left her favorite coffee shop, a small, hole-in-the-wall place that served the best chai lattes in the city, when her phone buzzed with a notification.
A Tweet changed everything. Lizzy stared at her phone in disbelief as she walked down the crowded New York City street. She had just left her favorite coffee shop, a small, hole-in-the-wall place that served the best chai lattes in the city, when her phone buzzed with a notification.
A Tweet changed everything. Lizzy stared at her phone in disbelief as she walked down the crowded New York City street. She had just left her favorite coffee shop, a small, hole-in-the-wall place that served the best chai lattes in the city, when her phone buzzed with a notification.
A Tweet changed everything. Lizzy stared at her phone in disbelief as she walked down the crowded New York City street. She had just left her favorite coffee shop, a small, hole-in-the-wall place that served the best chai lattes in the city, when her phone buzzed with a notification.
The volcano had begun to spew molten rock and ash into the sky when Pelea made her decision. She would steal the heart of the mountain.
The volcano had begun to spew molten rock and ash into the sky when Pelea made her decision. She would steal the heart of the mountain.
The volcano had begun to spew molten rock and ash into the sky when Pelea made her decision. She would steal the heart of the mountain.
The volcano had begun to spew molten rock and ash into the sky when Pelea made her decision. She would steal the heart of the mountain.
On the fifteenth floor of a soul-crushingly average office building, Arnie Nimtz held a smoking gun in one hand and a pile of papers in the other. The gun wasn't real, of course—he'd won it at the annual Dave & Buster's employee fun night.
On the fifteenth floor of a soul-crushingly average office building, Arnie Nimtz held a smoking gun in one hand and a pile of papers in the other. The gun wasn't real, of course—he'd won it at the annual Dave & Buster's employee fun night.
On the fifteenth floor of a soul-crushingly average office building, Arnie Nimtz held a smoking gun in one hand and a pile of papers in the other. The gun wasn't real, of course—he'd won it at the annual Dave & Buster's employee fun night.
On the fifteenth floor of a soul-crushingly average office building, Arnie Nimtz held a smoking gun in one hand and a pile of papers in the other. The gun wasn't real, of course—he'd won it at the annual Dave & Buster's employee fun night.
The young goddess stood at the edge of the caldera, the heat from the lava lake below shimmering the air like a mirage. Her bronzed skin and wild, dark hair made her look like a flame herself, a spark ready to ignite the world.
The young goddess stood at the edge of the caldera, the heat from the lava lake below shimmering the air like a mirage. Her bronzed skin and wild, dark hair made her look like a flame herself, a spark ready to ignite the world.
The young goddess stood at the edge of the caldera, the heat from the lava lake below shimmering the air like a mirage. Her bronzed skin and wild, dark hair made her look like a flame herself, a spark ready to ignite the world.
The young goddess stood at the edge of the caldera, the heat from the lava lake below shimmering the air like a mirage. Her bronzed skin and wild, dark hair made her look like a flame herself, a spark ready to ignite the world.
The young goddess stood at the edge of the caldera, the heat from the lava lake below shimmering the air like a mirage. Her bronzed skin and wild, dark hair made her look like a flame herself, a spark ready to ignite the world.
The young goddess stood at the edge of the caldera, the heat from the lava lake below shimmering the air like a mirage. Her bronzed skin and wild, dark hair made her look like a flame herself, a spark ready to ignite the world.
The Heartwood was a living thing, a vast and breathing entity, and Oliviana loved it with a fierceness that bordered on worship. They crested a low hill, and the village of Sylvastrand came into view, nestled in a valley like a clutch of robin’s eggs. Wooden longhouses and dark-thatched…
The Heartwood was a living thing, a vast and breathing entity, and Oliviana loved it with a fierceness that bordered on worship. They crested a low hill, and the village of Sylvastrand came into view, nestled in a valley like a clutch of robin’s eggs. Wooden longhouses and dark-thatched…
The Heartwood was a living thing, a vast and breathing entity, and Oliviana loved it with a fierceness that bordered on worship. They crested a low hill, and the village of Sylvastrand came into view, nestled in a valley like a clutch of robin’s eggs. Wooden longhouses and dark-thatched…
The Heartwood was a living thing, a vast and breathing entity, and Oliviana loved it with a fierceness that bordered on worship. They crested a low hill, and the village of Sylvastrand came into view, nestled in a valley like a clutch of robin’s eggs. Wooden longhouses and dark-thatched…
The Heartwood was a living thing, a vast and breathing entity, and Oliviana loved it with a fierceness that bordered on worship. They crested a low hill, and the village of Sylvastrand came into view, nestled in a valley like a clutch of robin’s eggs. Wooden longhouses and dark-thatched…
When Emma unfollowed him, Oliver felt it like a punch to the sternum, a sudden and acute hollowness that left him gasping for breath.
When Emma unfollowed him, Oliver felt it like a punch to the sternum, a sudden and acute hollowness that left him gasping for breath.
When Emma unfollowed him, Oliver felt it like a punch to the sternum, a sudden and acute hollowness that left him gasping for breath.
When Emma unfollowed him, Oliver felt it like a punch to the sternum, a sudden and acute hollowness that left him gasping for breath.
When Emma unfollowed him, Oliver felt it like a punch to the sternum, a sudden and acute hollowness that left him gasping for breath.
Tabitha hands a cappuccino to a guy in a pea coat and green scarf, her smile a flick of the wrist, her eyes already elsewhere. I make a note: 10:12 AM, customer #14, tall with tragic posture, possibly a grad student.
Tabitha hands a cappuccino to a guy in a pea coat and green scarf, her smile a flick of the wrist, her eyes already elsewhere. I make a note: 10:12 AM, customer #14, tall with tragic posture, possibly a grad student.
Tabitha hands a cappuccino to a guy in a pea coat and green scarf, her smile a flick of the wrist, her eyes already elsewhere. I make a note: 10:12 AM, customer #14, tall with tragic posture, possibly a grad student.
Tabitha hands a cappuccino to a guy in a pea coat and green scarf, her smile a flick of the wrist, her eyes already elsewhere. I make a note: 10:12 AM, customer #14, tall with tragic posture, possibly a grad student.
Eleanor Triggs had never before stolen a dog, but there was a first time for everything. This one was a Dalmatian, and it came with a man attached to the other end of its leash.
Eleanor Triggs had never before stolen a dog, but there was a first time for everything. This one was a Dalmatian, and it came with a man attached to the other end of its leash.
Eleanor Triggs had never before stolen a dog, but there was a first time for everything. This one was a Dalmatian, and it came with a man attached to the other end of its leash.
Eleanor Triggs had never before stolen a dog, but there was a first time for everything. This one was a Dalmatian, and it came with a man attached to the other end of its leash.
Mondays were Emily's favorite day to contemplate suicide. Not the real thing, of course, but the drama of it all. The slow poison of working a job she loathed provided enough contemplation fodder to get her through the rest of the week. Today was a Monday on steroids.
Mondays were Emily's favorite day to contemplate suicide. Not the real thing, of course, but the drama of it all. The slow poison of working a job she loathed provided enough contemplation fodder to get her through the rest of the week. Today was a Monday on steroids.
Mondays were Emily's favorite day to contemplate suicide. Not the real thing, of course, but the drama of it all. The slow poison of working a job she loathed provided enough contemplation fodder to get her through the rest of the week. Today was a Monday on steroids.
Mondays were Emily's favorite day to contemplate suicide. Not the real thing, of course, but the drama of it all. The slow poison of working a job she loathed provided enough contemplation fodder to get her through the rest of the week. Today was a Monday on steroids.
Celeste Blanchet was the kind of woman for whom men wrote bad poetry: tall, willowy, with prematurely grey hair that she wore in a rebellious pixie cut.
Celeste Blanchet was the kind of woman for whom men wrote bad poetry: tall, willowy, with prematurely grey hair that she wore in a rebellious pixie cut.
Celeste Blanchet was the kind of woman for whom men wrote bad poetry: tall, willowy, with prematurely grey hair that she wore in a rebellious pixie cut.
The first AI model made for fiction, just for storytellers like you.
The first AI made for fiction, designed for authors.
The first AI made for fiction, designed for authors.
(yep, Muse helped write these!)
Muse is the first AI model that pays royalties to authors.
Storytelling is incredibly important to us. It’s why we’ve spent the last five years of our lives making Sudowrite, the best tool for authors to realize their creative vision.
As writers, we’ve witnessed a tidal wave of change in our industry set off by the development of AI. Many of us fear that AI will take our jobs and devalue our art.
But we believe there’s a future where AI enables us instead of replacing us. Where it helps us tell more compelling stories and introduces more people to the power of writing.
We’ve come to realize it’s not enough to simply make a tool. To reach the future we envision, we need to take a deliberate and conscious role in bringing it closer.
It starts with fair compensation for authors.
We know we can’t do this alone, but by taking a step in the right direction, we hope to forge a path for others to follow.
We’re proud to have worked with CreatedbyHumans, in collaboration with The Authors Guild, to license work from authors and create this first-of-its-kind ethically trained AI model for fiction.
We imagine a bright future for storytellers, and it starts by building these foundations together in a way that benefits all.
- Amit, Ginni, James, Jennifer, Josh C, Josh L, Michael, Tess, and the rest of the Sudowrite Team
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We applaud Sudowrite for protecting authors. This is exactly the kind of approach we want AI developers to take.
We applaud Sudowrite for protecting authors. This is exactly the kind of approach we want AI developers to take.
We applaud Sudowrite for protecting authors. This is exactly the kind of approach we want AI developers to take.
Mary Rasenberger
Mary Rasenberger
Mary Rasenberger
CEO, The Authors Guild
CEO, The Authors Guild
CEO, The Authors Guild
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Jane Doe
Jane Doe
Jane Doe
Author of "The Neverending"
Author of "The Neverending"
Author of "The Neverending"
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John Doe
John Doe
John Doe
Author of "Thursday Never Came"
Author of "Thursday Never Came"
Author of "Thursday Never Came"
The story behind the story is always the best part. Here’s
The story behind the story is always the best part. Here’s
The most advanced narrative AI is just for
The story behind the story is always the best part. Here’s
why we did it.
why we did it.
storytellers
why we did it.
The most advanced narrative AI is just
The most advanced narrative AI is just
The most advanced narrative AI is just for
The most advanced narrative AI is just
for storytellers
for storytellers
storytellers
for storytellers
Discover Muse’s features designed to enhance your storytelling with creativity and depth.
Peerless prose. Muse has a deep understanding of writing craft and avoids the pitfalls of other models.
Show, Don't Tell
Longer Scene Output
Believable Dialogue
More Specific Descriptions
Matches Your Style
Start Late, End Early
Cliffhanger Endings
Hook-y Openings
Accurate POV & Tense
Dynamic Pacing
Varied Sentence Length
Readability Optimization
Adheres to Story Bible
Show, Don't Tell
Longer Scene Output
Believable Dialogue
More Specific Descriptions
Matches Your Style
Start Late, End Early
Cliffhanger Endings
Hook-y Openings
Accurate POV & Tense
Dynamic Pacing
Varied Sentence Length
Readability Optimization
Adheres to Story Bible
Show, Don't Tell
Longer Scene Output
Believable Dialogue
More Specific Descriptions
Matches Your Style
Start Late, End Early
Cliffhanger Endings
Hook-y Openings
Accurate POV & Tense
Dynamic Pacing
Varied Sentence Length
Readability Optimization
Adheres to Story Bible
Show, Don't Tell
Longer Scene Output
Believable Dialogue
More Specific Descriptions
Start Late, End Early
Cliffhanger Endings
Hook-y Openings
Accurate POV & Tense
Dynamic Pacing
Varied Sentence Length
Readability Optimization
Adheres to Story Bible
Matches Your Style
Advanced agentic workflow. Muse’s multi-step agents refine, enhance, and guide your draft to its best version.
In the year 2150, Earth had undergone a remarkable transformation. Thanks to decades of scientific innovation and global cooperation, the once barren and polluted planet had been revitalized into a lush paradise. The effects of climate change had been reversed, and nature had reclaimed its rightful place. One of the most remarkable achievements of this new era was the creation of the Green Oasis, a sprawling biodome that housed a vibrant ecosystem of plant and animal life. Located in what was once the desolate Sahara Desert, the Green Oasis was a testament to humanity's ability to restore balance to the natural world. Inside the biodome, the air was rich with the scent of flowers and the sound of birdsong. Lush greenery covered every surface, from the forest floor to the canopy above. Streams meandered through the landscape, teeming with fish and other aquatic creatures. It was a thriving ecosystem, carefully curated and maintained by a team of dedicated scientists and environmentalists. Among the inhabitants of the Green Oasis was Dr. Maya Chen, a brilliant botanist who had dedicated her life to the restoration of Earth's ecosystems. As she walked through the biodome, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty and diversity of life that surrounded her.
In the year 2150, Earth had undergone a remarkable transformation. Thanks to decades of scientific innovation and global cooperation, the once barren and polluted planet had been revitalized into a lush paradise. The effects of climate change had been reversed, and nature had reclaimed its rightful place. One of the most remarkable achievements of this new era was the creation of the Green Oasis, a sprawling biodome that housed a vibrant ecosystem of plant and animal life. Located in what was once the desolate Sahara Desert, the Green Oasis was a testament to humanity's ability to restore balance to the natural world. Inside the biodome, the air was rich with the scent of flowers and the sound of birdsong. Lush greenery covered every surface, from the forest floor to the canopy above. Streams meandered through the landscape, teeming with fish and other aquatic creatures. It was a thriving ecosystem, carefully curated and maintained by a team of dedicated scientists and environmentalists. Among the inhabitants of the Green Oasis was Dr. Maya Chen, a brilliant botanist who had dedicated her life to the restoration of Earth's ecosystems. As she walked through the biodome, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty and diversity of life that surrounded her.
Checking character details for accuracy
Checking character details for accuracy
Checking character details for accuracy
Checking character details for accuracy
Advanced agentic workflow. Muse’s multi-step agents refine, enhance, and guide your draft to its best version.
In the year 2150, Earth had undergone a remarkable transformation. Thanks to decades of scientific innovation and global cooperation, the once barren and polluted planet had been revitalized into a lush paradise. The effects of climate change had been reversed, and nature had reclaimed its rightful place. One of the most remarkable achievements of this new era was the creation of the Green Oasis, a sprawling biodome that housed a vibrant ecosystem of plant and animal life. Located in what was once the desolate Sahara Desert, the Green Oasis was a testament to humanity's ability to restore balance to the natural world. Inside the biodome, the air was rich with the scent of flowers and the sound of birdsong. Lush greenery covered every surface, from the forest floor to the canopy above. Streams meandered through the landscape, teeming with fish and other aquatic creatures. It was a thriving ecosystem, carefully curated and maintained by a team of dedicated scientists and environmentalists. Among the inhabitants of the Green Oasis was Dr. Maya Chen, a brilliant botanist who had dedicated her life to the restoration of Earth's ecosystems. As she walked through the biodome, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty and diversity of life that surrounded her.
Checking character details for accuracy
Checking character details for accuracy
Referencing worldbuilding
Referencing worldbuilding
Aligning with style and genre
Aligning with style and genre
Calibrating pacing
Calibrating pacing
Fact-checking against story bible
Fact-checking against story bible
Dynamic Accuracy Optimization
Dynamic Accuracy Optimization
Advanced agentic workflow. Muse’s multi-step agents refine, enhance, and guide your draft to its best version.
In the year 2150, Earth had undergone a remarkable transformation. Thanks to decades of scientific innovation and global cooperation, the once barren and polluted planet had been revitalized into a lush paradise. The effects of climate change had been reversed, and nature had reclaimed its rightful place. One of the most remarkable achievements of this new era was the creation of the Green Oasis, a sprawling biodome that housed a vibrant ecosystem of plant and animal life. Located in what was once the desolate Sahara Desert, the Green Oasis was a testament to humanity's ability to restore balance to the natural world. Inside the biodome, the air was rich with the scent of flowers and the sound of birdsong. Lush greenery covered every surface, from the forest floor to the canopy above. Streams meandered through the landscape, teeming with fish and other aquatic creatures. It was a thriving ecosystem, carefully curated and maintained by a team of dedicated scientists and environmentalists. Among the inhabitants of the Green Oasis was Dr. Maya Chen, a brilliant botanist who had dedicated her life to the restoration of Earth's ecosystems. As she walked through the biodome, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty and diversity of life that surrounded her.
Checking character details for accuracy
Checking character details for accuracy
Referencing worldbuilding
Referencing worldbuilding
Aligning with style and genre
Aligning with style and genre
Calibrating pacing
Calibrating pacing
Fact-checking against story bible
Fact-checking against story bible
Dynamic Accuracy Optimization
Dynamic Accuracy Optimization
The day the oceans decided to forgive us, I was sitting in my mother’s garden plot on Mars, trying to grow a carrot. “Beck,” the comms implant in my left ear crackled. “Beck, are you seeing this?” I sighed and wiped Martian dust from my hands. The carrot was a genetic hybrid, designed to thrive in the harshest of environments: here, in the thin atmosphere of New Terra; in the acidified soils of Old Earth. Yet it refused to sprout. I tapped my ear. “Busy, Asha.”
The day the oceans decided to forgive us, I was sitting in my mother’s garden plot on Mars, trying to grow a carrot. “Beck,” the comms implant in my left ear crackled. “Beck, are you seeing this?” I sighed and wiped Martian dust from my hands. The carrot was a genetic hybrid, designed to thrive in the harshest of environments: here, in the thin atmosphere of New Terra; in the acidified soils of Old Earth. Yet it refused to sprout. I tapped my ear. “Busy, Asha.”
The day the oceans decided to forgive us, I was sitting in my mother’s garden plot on Mars, trying to grow a carrot. “Beck,” the comms implant in my left ear crackled. “Beck, are you seeing this?” I sighed and wiped Martian dust from my hands. The carrot was a genetic hybrid, designed to thrive in the harshest of environments: here, in the thin atmosphere of New Terra; in the acidified soils of Old Earth. Yet it refused to sprout. I tapped my ear. “Busy, Asha.”
The day the oceans decided to forgive us, I was sitting in my mother’s garden plot on Mars, trying to grow a carrot. “Beck,” the comms implant in my left ear crackled. “Beck, are you seeing this?” I sighed and wiped Martian dust from my hands. The carrot was a genetic hybrid, designed to thrive in the harshest of environments: here, in the thin atmosphere of New Terra; in the acidified soils of Old Earth. Yet it refused to sprout. I tapped my ear. “Busy, Asha.”
Stellar openings. Your opening line matters more than any other. Muse puts in extra work to write explosive openings.
Trained for high quality fiction. Muse knows you’re writing stories, not emails, sales copy or meeting memos.
Longer attention for chapter-length outputs. Muse handles thousands of words, not just snippets.
Muse, according
to authors
Muse, according
to authors
Muse, according
to authors
Muse, according
to authors
Muse is the go-to creative sidekick for pro authors, from romance to literary fiction.
“I am seriously impressed and just… over the moon with the prose I’m getting out of it.”
“I am seriously impressed and just… over the moon with the prose I’m getting out of it.”
“I am seriously impressed and just… over the moon with the prose I’m getting out of it.”
"The pacing is far superior to other models. Muse can sit with tension, create suspense, and unfold a mystery over time. It doesn't rush through to the end, and it can weave in foreshadowing and subtext prior to a big reveal.”
"The pacing is far superior to other models. Muse can sit with tension, create suspense, and unfold a mystery over time. It doesn't rush through to the end, and it can weave in foreshadowing and subtext prior to a big reveal.”
"The pacing is far superior to other models. Muse can sit with tension, create suspense, and unfold a mystery over time. It doesn't rush through to the end, and it can weave in foreshadowing and subtext prior to a big reveal.”
“This has come so far, so fast.”
“This has come so far, so fast.”
“This has come so far, so fast.”
“Muse takes its sweet time. Instead of rushing a scene to get to the end like the others, Muse sits on the porch drinking sweet tea as it finds ways to build things out within the provided beats.”
“Muse takes its sweet time. Instead of rushing a scene to get to the end like the others, Muse sits on the porch drinking sweet tea as it finds ways to build things out within the provided beats.”
“Muse takes its sweet time. Instead of rushing a scene to get to the end like the others, Muse sits on the porch drinking sweet tea as it finds ways to build things out within the provided beats.”
“My book is finished using Muse at 67,400 words in two days”
“My book is finished using Muse at 67,400 words in two days”
“My book is finished using Muse at 67,400 words in two days”
“Honestly, this is what I was secretly wishing for when I tried AI assisted writing. I am so incredibly happy right now”
“Honestly, this is what I was secretly wishing for when I tried AI assisted writing. I am so incredibly happy right now”
“Honestly, this is what I was secretly wishing for when I tried AI assisted writing. I am so incredibly happy right now”
“Muse is fantastic. You guys should get a red-carpet walk, win an award - I haven't seen anything that comes close to this. Muse is a huge victory for writers.”
“Muse is fantastic. You guys should get a red-carpet walk, win an award - I haven't seen anything that comes close to this. Muse is a huge victory for writers.”
“Muse is fantastic. You guys should get a red-carpet walk, win an award - I haven't seen anything that comes close to this. Muse is a huge victory for writers.”
“The prose was consistently strong, as if Muse was trained on a steady diet of Strunk & White and New Yorker short stories.“
“The prose was consistently strong, as if Muse was trained on a steady diet of Strunk & White and New Yorker short stories.“
“The prose was consistently strong, as if Muse was trained on a steady diet of Strunk & White and New Yorker short stories.“
“Thoroughly cut back ai-ism. It's not totally gone, but way less than with other models. The prose is generally strong with only minimal edits needed, when it doesn't go off the rails. I like it best in guided write. It picks wonderfully up on subtext in the read back, what makes it superior to any other models I tested out yet.”
“Thoroughly cut back ai-ism. It's not totally gone, but way less than with other models. The prose is generally strong with only minimal edits needed, when it doesn't go off the rails. I like it best in guided write. It picks wonderfully up on subtext in the read back, what makes it superior to any other models I tested out yet.”
“Thoroughly cut back ai-ism. It's not totally gone, but way less than with other models. The prose is generally strong with only minimal edits needed, when it doesn't go off the rails. I like it best in guided write. It picks wonderfully up on subtext in the read back, what makes it superior to any other models I tested out yet.”
“Holy crap. This might be the best opening line I’ve read in a long while”
“Holy crap. This might be the best opening line I’ve read in a long while”
“Holy crap. This might be the best opening line I’ve read in a long while”
“Muse seems to have the best opening and closing lines I’ve ever seen…”
“Muse seems to have the best opening and closing lines I’ve ever seen…”
“Muse seems to have the best opening and closing lines I’ve ever seen…”
“I finally finished my book!!! I know I would've finished it with good ol' Sonnet 3.5 once upon a time, but using Muse for the last 10ish chapters was seriously a game changer when it came to the prose. It was cleaner, more creative, more immersive, and overall smoother, with far less AI-isms, and it cut my editing time significantly. This is a huge win! I'm thrilled. Such a big thank you to the magic makers who brought us such an awesome model. You guys are amazing.”
“I finally finished my book!!! I know I would've finished it with good ol' Sonnet 3.5 once upon a time, but using Muse for the last 10ish chapters was seriously a game changer when it came to the prose. It was cleaner, more creative, more immersive, and overall smoother, with far less AI-isms, and it cut my editing time significantly. This is a huge win! I'm thrilled. Such a big thank you to the magic makers who brought us such an awesome model. You guys are amazing.”
“I finally finished my book!!! I know I would've finished it with good ol' Sonnet 3.5 once upon a time, but using Muse for the last 10ish chapters was seriously a game changer when it came to the prose. It was cleaner, more creative, more immersive, and overall smoother, with far less AI-isms, and it cut my editing time significantly. This is a huge win! I'm thrilled. Such a big thank you to the magic makers who brought us such an awesome model. You guys are amazing.”
“I am so in love with Muse, that I am out for searching for an engagement ring…”
“I am so in love with Muse, that I am out for searching for an engagement ring…”
“I am so in love with Muse, that I am out for searching for an engagement ring…”
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Muse is the best model I have ever seen for creative writing
Muse is the best model I have ever seen for creative writing
Muse is the best model I have ever seen for creative writing
Muse is the best model I have ever seen for creative writing
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