So I'm Thinking to Quit My Job to Write About Teen Geniuses and Overreacting Bots… What Could Go Wrong?
Spoiler: I did quit. (And yes, the bots are still overreacting.)
About two months ago, I stood in my kitchen with half-well-done toast in one hand and a half-finished scene in the other and thought: Am I really going to do this?
Not the toast. The book.
For years I worked in IT and Business Intelligence—which basically means I spent a lot of time talking to systems that didn’t talk back (and sometimes talking to people who did, but less helpfully). I liked the job. I liked the logic. I liked having a salary. But somewhere between debugging pipelines and folding laundry for six people, this story started growing in my head.
Thirty-two teenage geniuses. A too-powerful AI. A broken world. And a girl who refuses to let go of either logic or hope.
I didn’t plan to write it. I tried not to, honestly. But the story wouldn’t leave me alone. It followed me into meetings. Into car rides. Into dreams. Until one day, I walked into work and said the sentence I never thought I’d say:
“I think I need to go write about an emotionally unstable bots now.”
And just like that—here I am. Writing full-time. (Well… full-time between dog walks, school pickups, pastas, and cat drama.)
This blog isn’t going to spoil the book. Promise. But every two weeks or so, I’ll share what it’s like behind the scenes of The Mindborn—what it means to chase a story that won’t sit still, while trying to live a life that rarely does either.
Because if I’ve learned anything so far? Writing a book is a little like parenting.
Loud. Exhausting. Hilarious. And absolutely worth it.
Thanks for coming along. I’ll bring the snacks if someone else brings the luck!
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