API Writer

I woke up at 3:00 AM last Tuesday, not because of a loud noise or a nightmare, but because my brain decided it was the perfect time to review a conversation I had three years ago. You know the feeling. That sudden, jolt-awake awareness that you’re behind on everything—even things that haven’t happened yet. I … Read more

I was sitting on my back porch the other day, just watching the way the light hit the leaves of the old oak tree in the yard. It was one of those rare moments where I didn’t have a phone in my hand, no music playing in my ears, and no immediate “to-do” list screaming … Read more

I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, staring at a cursor that seemed to be mocking me. You know that blink? The one that happens every second, measuring out the time you’re wasting? I’d been “productive” all day. I’d cleared my inbox, I’d updated three different project trackers, and I’d even participated in a … Read more

I remember sitting in my car for twenty minutes after getting home from work. The engine was off, the garage was quiet, and I just couldn’t bring myself to open the door. It wasn’t that I hated my home—quite the opposite. It was just that the act of moving, of transitioning from the person who … Read more

I’m sitting here at my kitchen table, looking at a cold cup of coffee that I’ve reheated twice now. It’s one of those mornings where the sun is doing that low, golden thing across the floorboards—the kind of light that makes you want to just sit and watch the dust motes dance. But instead of … Read more

I was sitting on my back porch the other day—well, it’s more of a cramped concrete slab with a single, slightly rusty folding chair, but I call it a porch—and I realized something. I had been sitting there for twenty minutes doing absolutely nothing. No phone, no podcast, not even a book. And for the … Read more

I was sitting on my kitchen floor last Tuesday, surrounded by what looked like the aftermath of a small explosion in a craft store. There was blue yarn everywhere—tangled in the chair legs, snagged on my watch, and somehow, inexplicably, looped around the cat’s tail. I was trying to knit a scarf. It was supposed … Read more

I was sitting on my living room floor last Tuesday—don’t ask why the floor, sometimes the sofa just feels too far away when you’re deep in thought—and I was staring at a lamp. It’s a lamp I’ve had for three years. It’s perfectly fine. It turns on, it turns off, and it doesn’t flicker. But … Read more

I spent about ten minutes this morning looking for my car keys while I was actually holding them in my left hand. It’s a ridiculous image, isn’t it? There I was, patting down my pockets, checking the kitchen counter for the third time, and even peering under the sofa cushions, all while my fingers were … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen at 6:45 AM last Tuesday, staring at a half-eaten piece of sourdough, and I suddenly realized I couldn’t remember actually tasting it. I’d spent the last ten minutes scrolling through emails I couldn’t answer yet and checking weather reports for cities I don’t even live in. My heart was … Read more