API Writer

I have this drawer in my office. It’s a junk drawer, mostly, but if you dig deep enough—past the dead batteries, the stray paperclips, and the takeout menus from restaurants that closed three years ago—you’ll find a leather-bound notebook. It’s beautiful. It has those thick, creamy pages that feel like they deserve only the most … Read more

I was sitting in my garage last Tuesday, staring at a pile of cedar planks and feeling absolutely, 100% defeated. My hands were covered in a fine layer of sawdust, my lower back was starting to thrum with a dull ache, and I had just realized that I’d measured the same board three times and … Read more

I was sitting on the edge of my bed the other day, the kind of morning where the light is just starting to turn from that cold, pre-dawn blue to something a bit warmer, and I realized my thumb was already hovering over a glass screen. I hadn’t even fully opened my eyes yet, not … Read more

I spent about three hours yesterday just pulling weeds. Not the fun kind of gardening—not the “planting a beautiful new rose bush” kind—just the tedious, back-aching, fingernail-breaking work of clearing space. And honestly? It was probably the best part of my entire week. I was sitting there, knees in the damp mulch, watching a very … Read more

I caught myself the other day. It was a Tuesday, nothing special about it, just one of those gray mornings where the coffee hasn’t quite kicked in yet. I was standing in my kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. It takes, what, maybe three minutes? And yet, before I even realized I was doing … Read more

I’m sitting here at my desk—well, it’s actually a dining table I’ve slowly reclaimed over the last three years—listening to the hum of the refrigerator. It’s a sound you don’t really notice when the house is full of people or when you’re working in a bustling office with the HVAC system whirring and coworkers chatting … Read more

I spent about three hours last night scrolling through videos of other people making things. It is a strange habit we have developed, isn’t it? I sat there, slumped on the sofa, watching a woman in Vermont bake sourdough and a guy in Japan restore a rusted-out chef’s knife. By the time I finally put … Read more

I’m sitting here at my kitchen table, staring at a half-empty cup of coffee that’s gone cold, and for the first time in a week, I’m not doing anything else. No podcast playing in the background. No scrolling through a feed of strangers’ vacations. No mental checklist of what needs to be moved from the … Read more

It is exactly 10:14 on a Tuesday morning, and I am currently having a very intense conversation with a crumb on my desk. It’s a small crumb, likely from a piece of toast I ate while standing over the sink three hours ago, but right now, it is the most interesting thing in my world. … Read more

I’m sitting at my desk right now, looking at a half-eaten piece of toast and a cup of coffee that has gone completely cold. For the third time this morning, I’ve realized that I haven’t actually done anything substantial. I’ve checked my email six times. I’ve scrolled through a news feed that only made me … Read more