You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

A small room, a bed, and a writing desk. The size of a singles dorm. No computer, no television, no radio, just me and my thoughts.

I did my best writing in jail. After about a month, the last dregs of mass media had seeped out of my mind and I finally began to think my own thoughts.

Creativity, whom I hadn’t seen since childhood, came out of hibernation, and he had all sorts of ideas.

So, I wrote them down. It was a team effort, with Creativity chatting away and me scribbling along with a pencil nub, page after page, around 100 pages actually.

When I got out I planned on typing it all up. I felt like I held a masterpiece, an epic that couldn’t be found elsewhere. But as the allure of television and other media called, I soon forgot my manuscript, and Creativity went back to bed.

Then in late 2023, generative AI showed up on the scene. My handwritten stories felt pretty simple compared to what the machine could do.

I wonder if maybe I had a small quite redoubt, somewhere, I could possibly wake up Creativity publish our stories.