What changes when a writer learns to dance?
I was photographing belly dancers when I finally understood what I’d been doing my whole life.
Watch a belly dancer long enough, really watch, and you’ll catch the moment she stops fighting the music and starts having a conversation with it. The shimmy flows into the hip drop. The arm movements aren’t add-ons. Everything radiates from a center that’s both controlled and surrendered at once.
Nilay dancing to a live band at Ojai Day, October 16, 2010. Copyright © Richard Lowe.
One dancer I photographed had a slight tremor in her hands. Most photographers would crop it out or blur it away. She’d done something smarter. She’d woven it into her finger work, turning the flutter into something hypnotic, intentional. She’d spent years learning to dance with the thing that made her different. I recognized myself in her immediately.
The Brain That Wouldn’t Sit Still
The AuDHD diagnosis came later in life, but the reality had always been there.
A mind that hyperfocused with terrifying intensity. Pattern recognition that made small talk exhausting but systems architecture feel like play. Twenty years running technology operations at Trader Joe’s, solving problems other people couldn’t see. My brain just refused to work the way the manuals said it should.
For decades, I thought I was compensating. Managing. Overcoming. I had it backwards.
I wasn’t fighting my neurology. I was dancing with it. I just hadn’t given myself credit for the choreography.
Those hyperfocus sessions that look alarming from the outside? They became marathon manuscript sprints that produced chapter after chapter. The pattern recognition that exhausts me at cocktail parties? That became my systematic approach to story structure, the one that cuts through the mystical nonsense most writing teachers peddle. The obsessive need to understand why things work? That became the psychology-first methodology running through every book I write.
113+ books. 54+ ghostwriting projects. Clients who’ve raised over $30 million in venture capital. 45 years solving puzzles across technology, business, and creative industries. The AI-Enhanced Writer’s Library, with its 46 handbooks treating writing craft as learnable skill instead of divine mystery.
None of this happened despite how my brain works. It happened because of it.
What do writing gatekeepers get wrong?
The writing industry loves gatekeepers, and they’re a drag on everyone. You can’t write that fast. You can’t use AI and still be a “real” writer.
You can’t systematize creativity. You can’t teach craft without an MFA. Every one of those rules protects somebody’s status, and the writers who believe them are the ones who pay for it.
I hear those voices the way that belly dancer heard her tremor: raw material. One of the dancers I photographed told me something that stuck: “The audience thinks they’re watching me move. They’re really watching me listen.”
That’s what I do now. I listen to patterns. I listen to what stories need. I listen to what my brain excels at instead of mourning what it doesn’t.
AI collaboration works the same way. Most writers fight the technology, try to force it into roles it can’t fill, then declare it useless when it fails to perform like a human co-author. I learned to dance with it instead. AI handles pattern analysis, consistency checking, brainstorming at scale. I handle authentic voice, emotional truth, creative authority. I lead where I’m strong. It supports where it’s strong.
I’d rather spend my energy on the story than on a fight about tools. I use AI every day for transcripts, summaries and first-pass outlines, and I do the writing myself. The people sneering at that won’t be the ones paying when a writer burns a month doing by hand what an assistant could have handled in an afternoon.
How Does a Limitation Become an Advantage?
Every belly dancer figures this out eventually: your body is your instrument, even the parts you’d trade in if you could. Dancers who fight their bodies look stiff, mechanical, frustrated. Dancers who learn their bodies, limitations and all, look like magic made visible.
I spent too many years thinking my brain was broken. That I was compensating for deficits instead of building on differences. That real success would arrive once I finally fixed what was wrong with me. The fix never came. The dancing did.
Now I teach other writers to find their own choreography. To stop following beat sheets like they’re holy scripture and start understanding why stories work at a psychological level.
Heather Shoopman teaching a belly dance class at a western ghost town photo shoot, September 20, 2013. Copyright © Richard Lowe.
To use AI as a brilliant assistant instead of fighting it or worshipping it. To write from character psychology instead of mechanical formula. The ADHD and Neurodiverse Writer’s Handbook is where I put everything I’ve learned about building a writing process that works with a brain like mine instead of pretending it’s someone else’s.
I get angry watching writers get told their process is wrong by people who’ve never had to build one from scratch. Whatever makes you different on the page is material to work with, and nobody else gets to decide for you that it’s a defect.
