writing

Well, there it is, friends. 52 weeks of blog posts.

This morning, I wrote a lengthy piece about my perspective on Generative Ai in creative spaces.

For a long time, my favorite compliment was, “You’re such a good artist.”

I want to tell you a story:

Many of these writeups are focused on living a joyful life. Perhaps you’ve noticed, though: I try my best not to be too prescriptive.

Do you believe in magic? I do.

Today is the final day of my 90 day social media experiment.

— it’s what we believe the rejection says about us.

In exercise science, there’s this thing called progressive overload.

Like many of us growing up in the 90s, I had a very specific vision of what ADHD looked like.

To the woman at the night market:

“I am especially interested in working with authors to come from underrepresented backgrounds.”

People often believe, in my experience, that they can think their way through any mental hurdle — that, with enough education, context, and rational thought, they simple won’t have to suffer the complexities of their brain.

In my bedroom, tucked nicely within my bookshelf, is a little wooden box.

My goal is to increase my regular readership by 200%.

Last weekend, I put out a post on Instagram. It had a carousel of pictures: a collection of photographs I took from a trip with some friends.

Human brains are programmed to weave narratives.

According to the Oxford dictionary, author is defined as “a writer of a book, article, or report.” You might notice that there are no signs of words like professional, money-making, or lucrative.

Back when I was in my early twenties, I was a professional cosplayer.

I can’t tell you how many years of therapy it cost me to write out that statement.

Last week, I was walking into work and listening to music — and as I often do when I’m listening to music, I was dancing a bit as I walked.

As part of my goal-setting, my coach asked me to write a letter to present-day me, from the perspective of one year from now.

Here’s that letter:

Hello, 2026. We’re two days in, and I already feel as though I’ve welcomed you with open arms. But before I entirely say goodbye to 2025, I want to take a moment to acknowledge good ol’ 2025.

Yesterday, I was perusing instagram, and I found a post much like many others I’ve seen before:

“Ten tips to make you a better writer”

Many times in my life, I’ve had what I like to call a cinematic experience. It’s those moments you look back on later and think, “If they ever made a movie about my life, that scene would for sure be in it.”

From Lea’s Journal, dated 12/4/2025:

I’m supposed to write a newsletter for tomorrow.

Imagine, for a moment, your long-term partner turned to you and said, “Hey, so I just got this incredible job opportunity…”

It’s working! This, this thing I’ve been trying to do. It’s working!

About ten years ago, I stopped arguing with people when they complimented me.