MY EXECUTIVE FUNCTION IS A BROKEN ELEVATOR AND THE LLM IS THE RAMP

I want to start with the part that’s embarrassing, because if I start with the argument you won’t believe the argument. For most of my life, my problem was never ideas. I have ideas the way other people have lint. If you’ve been here a while you already know — thirty-ish unfinished novels, a mobile queer bookstore I’ve spec’d down to the LED color temperature, a book club, a serial, an app that schedules my television for me because choosing what to watch was somehow a thirty-minute crisis every single night. The ideas are not the problem. The ideas have never once been the problem. The problem is the gap. The horrible, specific, ADHD-shaped gap between I have an idea and the idea exists in the world. That gap is where my best stuff goes to die. I’d get the spark, feel the dopamine, ride it for an afternoon, and then hit the part where you have to figure out what to actually do first — and the whole thing would just… evaporate. Not because I didn’t care. Because the part of my brain…