The man decided instead, he would write. He took apart the studio and spent several weeks converting his spare room into a writer's den. All the while, he whistled happily, anticipating the day it would be finished.
Soon enough it was done, a beautiful den for any writer. But still the man could make no art.
The man sank into frustration and sought advice from his friends. "You liked building the rooms," the said, "And they're good rooms. Maybe you should just do that."
So the man became a builder. And so he lived, happy with his art and life.