API Writer

I was sitting on my living room floor last Tuesday, surrounded by what looked like the aftermath of a small explosion in a craft store. There were scraps of blue yarn everywhere, a pair of scissors that definitely wasn’t meant for fabric, and a crochet hook that I’d managed to drop roughly fifteen times in … Read more

I sat down this morning with a cup of coffee, the kind that’s actually hot for once because the house was finally quiet. The steam was curling up in that lazy, hypnotic way, and for about thirty seconds, I was just… there. I was present. And then, without even thinking about it, my hand started … Read more

I was sitting at my kitchen table the other morning, staring at a half-empty cup of coffee and a list of “to-dos” that seemed to be growing while I watched it. You know that feeling? It’s like a low-grade hum in the back of your head, a constant reminder that you should be somewhere else, … Read more

I’ve been sitting here for about twenty minutes, staring at the cursor. It’s blinking at me. It’s persistent, rhythmic, and, if I’m being honest, a little bit judgmental. There is this specific kind of silence that happens when you’re trying to find the “right” way to start something. You want to sound smart. You want … Read more

I’m sitting here at my kitchen table, looking at a half-eaten piece of toast and a cup of coffee that’s definitely gone cold. It’s one of those mornings where I feel like I’ve been “productive” for two hours, yet I haven’t actually accomplished anything that feels real. You know that feeling? You’ve checked thirty emails, … Read more

I woke up at 4:45 AM for three weeks straight once. I’d read this book—you know the one, or at least one of the dozen like it—that promised me the keys to the kingdom if only I could beat the sun to the horizon. I had the whole thing mapped out: twenty minutes of meditation, … Read more

I was sitting in a coffee shop the other day—one of those places with the exposed brick and the Edison bulbs that seem to be everywhere now—and I looked around at the people sitting near me. Every single person had a laptop open, a neutral-toned sweater on, and a vaguely focused expression. It struck me, … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen the other morning, watching the steam rise off my coffee, and I realized something that felt a bit like a punch to the gut. I had been awake for exactly six minutes, and I already felt behind. I hadn’t even opened my laptop yet. I hadn’t checked my emails. … Read more

I was sitting at my kitchen table the other morning, staring at a stack of books I’d bought over the last six months. They were supposed to be my gateway into a new hobby—woodcarving, if you must know. I had the tools, the sandpaper, the little blocks of basswood that smelled like a workshop. And … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen the other day, just staring at a half-eaten piece of toast. It was one of those mornings where the sun was hitting the floorboards just right, but I couldn’t really enjoy it. My head felt like it was filled with static. You know that feeling? It’s not exactly a … Read more