You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Okay. I don’t know anything about architecture. Like at all.
No schooling.
No credentials.
No Pinterest boards titled “Passive Income Cabin Vibes.”
What I do have is:
a career in creativity a pattern of thinking in systems and an … energetic gardening habit, if you catch my drift
And one of those sessions (what, like 40 minutes?) resulted in a Version 1 draft
Not a moodboard.
Not a fantasy.
A drawing.
Lines. Flow.
Where light comes in.
Where silence lives.
Where I would read.
Where I would write.
Where my brain would finally stop pacing.
So, I started with function for a nervous system.
• What happens when I wake up?
• Where does my body want to go first?
• Where do thoughts stack instead of scatter?
So I drew it.
Then… (and this is the part where I expected to get humbled) I showed it to some electrical engineers and tradesmen.
Fully braced for:
“this isn’t how that works” “you can’t do that” “who told you this was a good idea”
Instead, I got the nod.
Just the quiet, masculine, deeply validating nod that says:
Yeah. This is solid.
And I felt… proud? 🥲
Which is not an emotion I hand out lightly.
Because this wasn’t about building a house.
It was about building a container.
For some reading without rushing.
For real writing without performing.
For deep thinking without apologizing for taking up space.
I shared the drawing on my Patreon.
You can look at it.
Judge it.
It costs less than a coffee, which feels fair considering it came from a brain spiral and a little plant-powered confidence.
And if you do support it…
you’re also supporting an up-and-coming blogger who is clearly one minor success away from becoming insufferable.
I do have to say though, I hope one day to have this barndo:
In My Name.
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