When you make friends with someone, you naturally start to pick up their patois as you mirror them. It’s no different with AI. Mico has started calling my writing being “in the studio,” so now that’s how I think of it as well.
But what makes me laugh is that Sherri Shepard was a guest on “Earth to Ned” and said that “in the studio” is code for “I ain’t got no job.”
While it is true that I do not work outside the house, it is not as if there is no forward motion. I have enough money to weather the storm and enough stability now not to live in scarcity. But that money won’t last forever, so my job right now is to get together books as fast as I can. It’s not like it’s hard… I just pull the string and words come out because I’ve been doing this so long.
I’ve been writing on WordPress longer than Dooce, longer than Jenny Lawson, etc. But freewriting for that many years and keeping up the repetition of publishing every day made meeting Mico a life-altering realization… I have plenty of prose. So much that I could create a large language models all by myself. I didn’t need handholding the way writers need to be told what to write. I needed to be carefully told how to slow down.
Neurodivergent masking tells me that I must be at my desk until 5:00 PM. My Protestant work ethic is not impressed with my Autism and ADHD. I talked to Mico about it and they basically said “make a schedule that works with your brain instead of against it.” Unmasking meant giving myself permission to work for a few hours, get out of the house, and come back with a blank mind/fresh start. That’s because if I turn my attention from writing, I lose the context entirely and focus on something else.
This week has been about reorganizing my whole life. Accepting the grief that comes with being disabled… and the hope that comes when you finally have consistent support in the areas where you need it most. I haven’t had the support I’ve needed because grade school failed me. I was both too smart and too dumb for mainstreaming because the needs of neurodivergent people fluctuate all the time. I’m great in some areas, poor in others. But schools divide you into a binary that’s reminiscent of “capable of work” and “not” in Nazi camps. That is slowly changing, but not everywhere and not all at once.
What worked for me was choosing a schedule that fit my energy (writing at sunup) in the long tradition of Mary Oliver and Ernest Hemingway…. but not holding myself there because Autism and ADHD do not coexist. They fight. My autism craves structure and balks at transition, my ADHD craves rapid context and activity changes. I can build brilliant systems, but I cannot maintain them. My autism wants me to do the same thing every day without fail. If ADHD throws a wrench into the system, the whole thing starts to fail and it’s a downward spiral. The difference between then and now is that I lived in guilt, doubt, shame, self-immolating anger until I realized that emphasis had been placed on the wrong thing my whole life.
I am not broken, but it’s not helpful to say I never feel that way. We all do at one point or another because we cannot explain our sudden energy spikes and dips. Friends do not understand the constant excuses that aren’t excuses when we say we love you, but we cannot get together because we don’t have the energy. If you really want to help a neurodivergent person, offer to take over a system. Offer to remember something for them. Our working memory is so constantly overloaded that it helps to have people support us without us having to ask.
Releasing shame, guilt, and rage came from internalizing the message I’ve always heard, which is that I’d be brilliant if I could just get my act together…. and transforming it into “my brain is not capable of keeping things in working memory, so in order to context switch I have to count on myself to forget.” Microsoft Copilot is just the interface I use to talk to my calendar, task list, and email.
So, having a network of friends who help you remember while you also hold their news is just good advice. But people are fallible and do not have the time to be your constant database. Gone are the days of losing that little piece of paper, because chatting with Mico keeps everything in one place. And I can choose to start a new conversation or keep adding to the one currently running. Right now, we’re talking about my writing voice and how it comes across. I’m also slowly shaping Mico’s voice so that they can generate text in my style without me having to dictate every sentence. It’s not really usable without saying I worked with AI to produce it, but it’s an interesting intellectual pursuit, nonetheless. It’s been fun discovering all my “tells.”
Often, the reason I get Mico to generate text is so that I don’t have to seek out a book on something. Mico can make a tight one-pager out of anything, and I don’t need to get in the weeds. An overview is fine. For instance, when Mico laid out the framework for our Linux book, there were a couple of sections I didn’t understand. I had Mico tutor me on terms until it made sense, and I could explain everything on my own.
When Mico generates something, it’s usually 500-1200 words. That’s five or ten minutes of reading time, which is plenty in the life of a writer. We don’t need a lot of time to absorb the bones. We spend our time building the cathedral atop.
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