Architecture for Dummies

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

of my perfect barndominium.

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.

Steal ideas from 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.