This beautiful book from real humans for illustration only!
Mother Jones: “AI Is Coming for Your Toddler’s Bedtime Story – Artificial intelligence poses an increasingly real threat to children’s literature — and children’s learning” warns Lily Meyer.
As a long-time reader of Paula Bardell-Hedley’s prodigiously interesting blog, Winding Up the Week, I came across this snippet (29/11/2025) https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2025/11/ai-childrens-books/ and Mother Jones certainly sinks the boot into publishing houses. I let fly with the following embellished comments recorded below:
I said “That’s appalling” because Mother Jones said: “AI Is Coming for Your Toddler’s Bedtime Story.” Having read, written and attended courses on writing and illustrating picture books and stories for young children I can voucher for the fact that they come from the heart. Children’s books are not written quickly, or rubber-stamped, and many are written by a teacher or parent who has hands on experience. You cannot dumb-down a child’s story nor can it be over-embellished.
If you have read “The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse” by superb British author Charlie Mackesy you should also consider the consequences to children’s artists and illustrators.
Some things in life are too precious, too personal for publishers to tamper with, and I truly hope a computer generated AI will never comprehend the nuance of a child’s reading enjoyment. Better still stay away from young readers.
We need Self Before AI for our future of adaptability and mental stability. The old saying “If you don’t use it you lose it” is needed by a world of people staring too much at their screens. Read with a child, turn the human created/real pages, explain what you both see, let the child colour in some pages, nod off to sleep with the book. Make a picture book a family friend with wrinkled pages and maybe a food stain because it’s all part of the warmth of a human learning experience.
I know from personal and practical contact that children’s books are written by authors with kind hearts, then read by a trusted mature human to enhance a trusting young human’s reading journey through life. No AI need apply.
My thoughts have become passionate words on my blog and also on Goodreads. No frills with this post. The book ‘Prisoner of the State’ was loaned to me and I am grateful for the chance to read it. Written by Australian Lily Arthur, every chapter is shattering and true.
HERE are my own personal thoughts, observations and book review comments on a serious, shocking and quite tragic topic.
FORCED adoption, such a brutal and inhuman thing to do to young mothers. I only had to read the first chapters of this biography to be enraged. Such lies and deceit, such an underhanded and basically illegal activity in the name of social propriety and Church teachings. What were the parents of these girls thinking? Perhaps their 1960s puritanical fear of being socially marked was worse than what happened to their vulnerable young daughters.
SURELY not all hospital staff involved were corrupt and morally wrong? Why didn’t someone speak out? Do they regret not alerting the proper authorities? Everyone turned away, didn’t want to get involved, ‘Not my problem; I can’t change the system; what will the neighbours think?’ Three wrong responses! For badly treated and bereft young women their situation became much worse once their babies were taken from them. Mentally and physically they were broken, drugged, lied to and later doomed to wonder at the cruelty of the Australian city they called home.
IT doesn’t matter your status, all that matters is that you are a mother and your baby is the most precious being on the planet and no person or organisation has any right to lie and take such a living breathing joyous gift away from you. In this 1960s case, steps were taken many years later and a mother, Lily Arthur, sprung into action to find out the truth of what happened to her stolen son all those years ago. Not only for her own piece of mind but for hundreds of other young unmarried mothers who were coerced, deceived and told their baby had died.
AS a mother myself I feel sadness for the other women, the adopters who thought those young mothers willingly gave away their supposedly unwanted babies.
WHO needs a document to say they can birth their baby? Who needs a document to say they can keep their baby? In the past a document, a law, a church or organisation of any kind should not have had the power to decree outcomes which sever a healthy fundamental mother/baby bond. Would a mother give up her new born child if she was given clear options? Back then new mothers should have been given clear, concise information, counselling, legal assistance, childcare support and every accessible help for their future. Instead they got human rights abuse and social stigma. Indeed treated like a criminal when in fact a victim of crime.
CAN a male feel and experience the fundamental changes wrought by pregnancy and childbirth? No. The male attitude Lily Arthur has faced while researching, and in courts of law, has been pompous and disparaging. Quote ‘I felt as if I had been victimised all over again.’ Similar treatment by nurses and those convent nuns mentioned in the book, ruled by priests and made barren by repetition, religious teachings and ancient doctrine. If you or anyone you know is going through pregnancy and facing adoption, forced or otherwise, this is the book you should read for both sides of the story.
LILY Arthur had a long road to travel. She kept going. She is still going and has reached milestones in law courts and certainly shines a strong light on the appalling secrets of white and indigenous baby birth exploitation in Australia. No doubt this appropriation happens around the world but it’s not a case of buying a puppy. Later, of course, disclosing a birth mother is a minefield of emotions for both parties. It worked for my cousin, she found her other family and happiness. Many do not, but in both cases I believe the truth should always be told.
‘Stairway to Heaven’ Song by Led Zeppelin (1971) Songwriters: Robert Plant and James Patrick (Jimmy) Page
A superlative song about desire, greed, power and corruption under the guise of a woman climbing the stairway to her idea of heaven.
When I first heard this song I doubt the words meant much to me but now years later I realise that the lyrics offer a way to reverse your decision when things begin to crumble.
For me today the words in this song mean not only slow down but look very hard at what is ahead. Perhaps the newest brain disease marketed under the moniker of AI, and what is happening with the aggressive war campaigns being fought overseas right now. A few years ago I would not have written a blog post like this but as I mature and pay closer attention to our environment, our safety and the repetition of evil manifesting itself yet again, possibly eyeing a global scale, I think ‘Look to the past’. Do I really want a repeat of what happened in the 20th century? Of course not.
Millions and millions of innocent people lost their lives in two wars. In the second one J. Robert Oppenheimer only lost his security clearance. Who is accountable today? Who is sitting in a laboratory or war-room right now refining the best way to destroy an entire country?
Does the victor really win? What they need to consider is that humankind is strong-willed but even the most powerful frontrunners can walk away. Surely the guys in control, those in both armed and war-torn countries, can see that for all concerned fighting to the death is absolutely pointless.
How time flies, my first blog post was 2017 and ideas for blogging still somersault around in my head. On this calm Sunday in May 2025 it is Mother’s Day in Australia.
I am a mother and thoughts of my own dear mother and that of my aunts and women I know flash through my mind. I recall their varied roles in my life, and women who shape the lives of others in millions of families and societies around the world. It is possible to write about the wealth, poverty, injustices and generally low standing of women in most countries including Australia, but what is their true status? What is their role in the history of the universe?
In my opinion, one of the most powerful roles for women, in the world as we know it, is the eternal internal creation. While not ignoring the biodiversity of Mother Nature, without human females, women who give birth, there would be no world. There would be no evolution, there would be nothing ahead. Of course men play a role but generally stand back when events are underway.
Perhaps this creates jealousy? Why bigoted, misogynistic, cruel, political, rule-making men of our current world order put women and mothers at risk by keeping them out of sight, in second place, give them menial tasks, overlook females for promotion, make derogatory comments, portray them on television, in movies and books as the trivial second character, the support, the one answering phones, at home doing the laundry, tidying up or cooking dinner. You can add more diverse roles to the list but usually not a complete reversal although caring sharing life partners do exist.
In 1971 a childless Germaine Greer is quoted as saying: “Bringing up children is not a real occupation, because children come up just the same, brought up or not.” A rather shallow look at the future, I think.
With or without conception, the women of Mother Earth are versatile people. Today there are strong female roles and powerful women in all walks of life who do rise above. When they do, it’s a novelty in the press, on social media, and invariably a TV chat show host asks “How do you cope with a family and work?” A man’s world not an equal world yet.
Today I shout out Thanks Mum, Happy Mothers Day because without mothers there would be no living breathing humans in the world today. Including you and me.
💓 Gretchen Bernet-Ward 2025
NOTE: My opinion piece acknowledges birth mothers, first mothers, adoption, surrogacy, LGBTQIA, IVF, child reunification. Parenting is precious. 🌼
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? I personally dislike AI on the grounds that it does not enhance knowledge, it takes away incentive to pursue and learn. Anyway, I was scanning my stats and noticed that twice I have been viewed and possibly, hopefully, ‘recommended’ by Artificial Intelligence as a source for two readers. Okay, that’s kind of flattering but what post of mine was viewed/recommended? Who was the reader? Will this offer any benefit to me?
Importantly, have I been acknowledged as the original source?
I guess once I put my work out there, it stands to reason it will be seen and read and maybe used, but we bloggers always acknowledge our source or include a website link especially to anything we re-post.
Artificial Intelligence (like most of the internet) has been launched on the world wide web without workable social, legal, ethical or cultural boundaries. Humankind may melt down into one homogenous mass. Perfect conditions for a maniacal dictator.
Lots of questions need to be answered, especially since an AI ‘borrower’ cannot be traced. At least not by me, so I may never know the source or where my material ends up. How can I truly know where my blog posts end up anyway? Certainly readers can cut and paste anything they like but they are genuine readers. I think a faceless nameless Artificial Intelligence is invasive until proven otherwise.
Ask a human novelist about AI rip-offs and AI non-existent royalties. Meta allegedly used pirated books to train AI. Jonathan Franzen, John Grisham, Jodi Picoult, George R.R. Martin and others have filed a class-action suit, still unresolved, alleging OpenAI Inc copied their works without permission or payment. https://www.theguardian.com/books/2023/sep/20/authors-lawsuit-openai-george-rr-martin-john-grisham
Of course many people will benefit. There are quite a lot of AI sites out there, Gemini, Claude, Copilot, etc, the first being Perplexity AI. Also Character.ai is a neutral (as if!) language model chatbot service. Another human job lost? Of course, there are strong opinions on all of this and numerous disagreements for various reasons.
We humans like shortcuts more than memory retention. Ask anyone studying. Internet users can take a detour but often it can misdirect or misinform, as in the case of a person who used ChatGPT for a literary book club review and gave a dry, soulless analysis of the story. In my opinion, do your own homework.
I like to personally do my own web surfing and pick up interesting and genuinely human stuff along the way – alternatively I read words on real paper. Under my mythical (as in not real) Creepy or Could-be section, I imagine one future day an AI bot will activate a microchip implant in a school student’s brain which will find web logs (blogs) or text books and release classic volumes straight into their grey matter.
The community of East Brisbane and Kangaroo Point is calling for help. It is now public knowledge that the Queensland Government plans to knock down the iconic Woolloongabba ‘Gabba’ Sports Stadium and rebuild on this legendary site.
This will leave three inner city suburbs without a public school, turn Raymond Park into an Olympics warm-up track, and waste many billions of dollars that could be spent on things Queenslanders urgently need, e.g. public housing, schools and hospitals.
You are invited to join the “Rally to Stop the Gabba Demolition” outside the stadium in Woolloongabba Place Park, 810 Stanley Street, Woolloongabba QLD 4102, from 10am on Saturday 25 November, 2023.
Homes will be demolished, a school closed down and original parkland trees will be removed. The historically significant heritage-listed East Brisbane State School (officially Brisbane East State School until September 1994) is one of the first large brick state schools in Brisbane. The original portion of the school was erected in 1899, with extensions added in 1900, 1938 and 1939. The single-storeyed timber Infants School was erected in 1910–11.
I think Queensland politicians and builders need to stop demolishing the past, and stop inflicting ill-conceived plans on the future of Brisbane.
“Saturday’s rally is about showing Government that the community here are not alone – more and more Queenslanders are asking why billions of dollars of their money should be wasted knocking down and rebuilding a stadium.”
Also, Woolloongabba protesters believe it’s a short-sighted Government project with no thought for residential areas, or green spaces, and will add future congestion to surrounding suburbs and city zones. Local residents are not accepting it and ask supporters to join their protest at Woolloongabba Park Place at 10am on Saturday 25 November, 2023.
“The Australian Indigenous Voice Referendum will be held on Saturday 14 October 2023. Every Australian voter will be asked to approve an alteration to the Australian Constitution that would recognise Indigenous Australians, the original custodians.”
Indigenous Australians have, for thousands of years, understood the land, nurtured and worked with nature, followed the seasons, and left no gaping holes in the landscape. Just because we cannot see exactly what is happening with mining in Australia doesn’t mean it’s right for the future. For every tree, rock and animal habitat destroyed we lose something special, something that can never be replaced. Do you know the story of the Dodo? Yes, it was a real bird living in the woods on the coastal areas of Mauritius, minding its own business until someone thought its eggs were tasty on toast and then they decided to eat the Dodo birds until none were left. The world lost a species before future generations got to see it. This is happening every day in Australia when wildlife areas are bulldozed. We have reached an important milestone in our brutal history. Support Indigenous leaders, work together for everyone’s benefit to create a more cohesive society and enhance the stability of our future. The very least we can do is give Indigenous Australians a Voice in Parliament to explain a few things that a succession of political leaders have overlooked.
UPDATE: Sunday 15/10/23: The Voice Referendum 2023 results are in and although it is all cut and dried it still appears to be uppermost in Australian minds. I won’t go into an analysis, or all the hocus-pocus, but suffice to say if anyone reads my blog post they will know how I voted. I have yet to ask whether or not this result was against Prime Minister Anthony Albanese or that our colonial past is alive and well. GBW.
I had not been through the older Brisbane CBD-adjacent suburb of West End for a long time. My first connection goes back to the 1970-80s when many factories ran along the riverfront, parklands were unsafe and you had to bring your own lunch because there were no fast food chains nearby.
The atmosphere was quietly contained. Small businesses and brick and weatherboard homes sat side-by-side with old corrugated iron roofed cottages on stumps turned into lodging houses for tired hippies, a primary school without many pupils and a lowkey ethnic population. Various businesses like print shop, milk bar, newsagent, café, post office, pub and Chinese takeaway, ran along main Boundary Street and iconic Avid Reader Bookstore had not yet opened. You could get on-street parking and your car was baking hot when you returned. But the streets were free of traffic congestion.
Forget most of the nostalgia above.
The suburb of West End, in the curve of the Brisbane River, has grown and changed phenomenally since then. Admittedly I was there on a weekend and the Davies Park Markets (now West End Markets) located among the ancient fig trees on the corner of Jane Street and Montague Road were in full swing and the traffic was bumper to bumper. I wondered if the ghosts of Kurilpa Peninsula, the Turrbal and Yuggera tribes who originally inhabited the area would have approved.
Bit of intel.
I had a college friend whose father worked at the glass factory on Montague Road alongside the river. He said it was hot work and he drank a lot of water. Fast forward and this West End plot of land is expected to be transformed into an extension of South Bank Parklands after the 2032 Olympic Games. According to ABCTV the Visy Glass property in West End was marked in official Olympics pitch documents as the planned location of a 57,000-square-metre international broadcast centre for the world’s media during the Games. More pressure on the local infrastructure.
Meanwhile, West End residents may not be aware that Kurilpa Peninsula is in danger of highrise, and Brisbane is in danger of zoning changes up to 90-storey towers. To quote Greens MP for Ryan, Elizabeth Watson-Brown, “My Greens colleagues across Brisbane and I are calling on the State Government to reject the Brisbane City Council’s proposal to undemocratically override the neighbourhood plan on the Kurilpa Peninsula (West End) to allow 90-storey towers instead of the current zonings for only 8, 16 or 30-storeys.”
Ryan e-newsletter 18 July 2023
On a lighter note, on Mollison Street, not too far from South Bank parklands and Victoria Bridge, there were hundreds of people milling through the shopping precincts; West Village and the streets around were buzzing with eateries, the vibe was Saturday relaxed. Everyone seemed to have a purpose, many had a happy child or happy dog pleased to be outside in the fresh air. Recycled bags full of organic groceries were fashion accessories.
But, dear reader, this is where the stylus scrapes across the vinyl record. Ouch!
Brisbane has the tag “Liveable City” but I was stunned by the amount of glass and concrete reaching into the sky. Highrise dwellings like modern pigeon lofts soared up along Riverside Drive, Mollison Street, Montague Road and beyond. Okay, everyone needs somewhere safe to live, people want first class homes, people love beautiful views, people want all modern amenities and be within close proximity to their workplace and, after hours, all the good things in life.
So I ask the universe in general.
Do they have to be crammed into concrete columns with tinted windows in small two-bedroom apartments, side-by-side with other buildings crowding the landscape, dehumanising our city, obstructing views of sunrise and casting long afternoon shadows? Housing is at a premium but dark lifts and rabbit warren corridors painted grey on each floor level are second only to a feeling of isolation.
Money always talks the loudest.
Just because units are sold off the plan doesn’t mean the resident will be happy. A bit of exterior stylised shaping of an apartment building makes it appear to be different, yet these buildings are carbon copies of possibly thousands around the world. Where is the uniqueness, the special style of our city? Brisbane and its residents deserve lower-level homes, open, light, airy, which reflect our lifestyle, not rooms 90-storeys above where real connections, real life are but a distant image on the ground. Coupled with West End’s existing car and transport congestion and the threat of further flooding, to me The Plan screams future tenements, a dystopian nightmare of wall-to-wall buildings all staring at each other blocking the sun and any hope for a cleaner greener future.
I have added my voice to No To Hyperdensity. What next?
Maybe in the future we will have to travel to the Moon to find liveable affordable housing. If in doubt, read “Sea of Tranquility” by Emily St. John Mandel.
There are many types of competition in the world. In fact thousands of competitions exist in the world. From sport to just about anything you care to name can be made into a challenge involving a ball, a bat, a horse, a swimming pool, eating, drinking, singing, running, dancing, driving, outer space, and let’s not forget the longest, the highest, the bravest, the most foolhardy things to outdo anyone who has tried before.
Of course, more and more now, competing involves a chat show panel or video camera following near-naked people running around the jungle working up a sweat for the ratings and a big pay cheque. Celebrity shows, quiz shows, unreality television, cooking, antiques, and growing gardens. From local country fairs to big city boardrooms, they all love a good competition. Supermarkets and used car dealers love a bit of sales competition and are currently discussing book sponsorship—I wish!
Disco toads dance the night away
Schools thrive on competition; I think many children are born competitive, it starts with their siblings and works toward world domination. Queenslanders have several forms of competition (gambling casinos, Golden Casket Lottery, Scratch-its, leagues clubs) and one unique game requiring ugly cane toads which jump around when a bucket is lifted off them. (See photo) The first toad to leave the circle or careen through the crowd is the winner. Ugh! Cane toads are an imported noxious pest, destroying habitat and native wildlife. I would like to see a competition to have them eradicated from Australia.
Hey, jumping into a subject which would be impossible to turn into a spectator sport—BOOK READING!
Hang on, isn’t that what Goodreads reviewers do? Yeah, but not with a live studio audience. Maybe this is feasible. “Now,” whispers the show host, “here we have Angela Augustus reading a chapter from a special edition of The Animals in That Country by Laura Jean McKay.” Not classical literature so reader-viewers (or RVs) won’t lose points. “Hands on buzzers”.
AnnouncerOne: “Watch Angela turn the last page, slowly turning the page, right she’s done it! The audience goes wild and everyone at home clambers online to secure a copy of The Animals in That Country an immersive adult experience with subtle undertones and high drama.”
Announcer Two: “Next up, viewers, we have Angus Augustus, Angela’s twin brother. He is quick, too quick and the audience miss his speed reading, lips barely moving. They admire his patent page-flick technique and the flourish when he shoots the book into its alphabetical place on the bookshelf.”
Book reader Angus is studied by thousands of wannabe speed readers around the country. But what about comprehension? Sports players have to speak into the microphone to explain How they did it/Why they did it/What it felt like when they did it. So put Angus on the pro circuit, tentatively dubbed Real Reading Australia2030, thanking his mother and first grade teacher. He waves battered copies of Blinky Bill, Possum Magic or even the contentious Wombat Stew, then moves onto Bluey, Animalia and Ranger’s Apprentice enthralling thousands of children across Australia—again, I wish.
The ground swell back to paper books would archive digital copies, screens would go unlit, there would be reading time in every home after dinner. Renegades would read Jasper Fforde far into the night despite work next day. It would not be unusual to see readers sitting for hours engrossed in a p-book instead of an e-book without a café latte or muffin in sight.
A book engrosses a person, it takes all your attention no flashy adverts therefore it is advisable to slowly build up to bigger, thicker, weighty classics. It can be done! Librarians offer recommendations for a good Book Gym where staff talk you through a workout to suit your particular genre. Believe me, people are keen and waiting to read. The first-release promo videos astonished me with reader focus and intensity. I love reading Australian crime novels but cannot discussed top Aussie authors due to Brook Paige TV Clause—another wish.
My advice is to create a comfortable environment and read up on your chosen author’s booklist before enrolling in the proposed *Real Reading Australia 2030. The genres for this thrilling competition can go either way—traditional or modern—but paper format rules. Polish your *specs dear reader!
The beautifully illustrated book ‘The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and The Horse’ by Charlie Mackesy is intended for children not cynical adults.
The content has been reproduced in countless book reviews on Goodreads to the extent that a large portion of the book has been copied.
We should all know our own country’s copyright laws. Where possible I acknowledge the source of material I use and only quote a sentence or two for emphasis in my book reviews. Copyright is adhered to in many areas including business, education, libraries, publicity, government, even blogs and hand-out leaflets.
So why do certain Goodreads reviewers think they can profusely post someone’s artwork?
Would they like their creative endeavours photographed and reproduced, and in this case vilified, and used for a different purpose other than originally intended?
I believe that by reviewing Mackesy’s work on Goodreads, a reviewer is not justified in reproducing the words and illustrations constituting a chunk of the author’s work.
“Copyright is a form of intellectual property that protects the original expression of ideas. It enables creators to manage how their content is used.”
There may be Goodreads rules and regulations in the fine print which I could not locate but I am waiting on a reply from the Librarians.
My WordPress followers know that I do not activate Comments but I suggest if you think the copying is unfair or unjustified, check the book ‘The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and The Horse’ on Goodreads and perhaps submit a message to the gatekeepers.
“I have noticed on Goodreads that generally there does not appear to be any control over spoilers or plot reveals so what hope does copyright offer Goodreads authors. Copyright is mentioned under https://www.goodreads.com/about/terms and it would appear action has to be taken by the author.” GBW.
POSTSCRIPT—Below is my contact post to Goodreads Librarians on Monday 29th March 2021—no reply has been received:
“What are the copyright limitations on posting author illustrations on Goodreads? The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy has had pages copied by reviewers to such an extent that they almost represent the complete book. The book contains original work by the author and has significant meaning to him while naturally being a source of income which could be impacted due to continued copying by book reviewers. I know it is hard to control copyright (particularly on social media) but I would expect a certain level of copyright control on a book-dedicated website. I have no vested interest in this book other than enjoying it, and wanting to see Goodreads and reviewers being more circumspect regarding the posting of images from inside this book, or indeed any illustrated book.” GBW.
Thoughts Become Words 