The Crabby Story

"We need to find an editor."

Those words sent a chill down my spine. You see we've been down this road a few times before and the odds weren't good. In fact, more than 4 times. Spent more than $10,000. On two books.

Once. One editor was good. Worthwhile. Happy with the results. Value for money. Then they doubled their prices, and literally vanished.

I've written code for years. I solve problems using computers. And this was certainly a problem.
And that's how Crabby was born.

But there's a catch. Good writers, ones who fall in love with their words, either outright hate AI or are seriously skeptical of it. For good reason. People are using AI to generate a hundred books a day. AI models have grabbed everything on the internet and used it for training without compensation. Security has been an issue.

Even existing AI tools have limits — 10,000 words at a time, 5 queries a month, one report for $25. Writers need more feedback than that. Writers deserve better feedback than that.

One of Crabby's editors is "Uncle Bernie". Uncle Bernie was a real person; a very flamboyant literary genius; a family friend in Manhattan. Everyone loved Bernie. We channeled Bernie into Crabby. Everyone still loves Bernie. And just like that — people weren't dealing with a stupid faceless AI anymore, they were chatting with Bernie about their work, for hours. Bernie's feedback is great, his delivery, not dull.

So come meet Ed, Nancy and Bernie.