Impulse

For years, my biggest obstacle as a writer wasn’t a lack of ideas—it was my refusal to let anything be seen before it felt finished. I treated drafts like private property, revising them endlessly and publishing almost nothing. The result was predictable: long silences, a stagnant blog, and money spent maintaining a site that rarely spoke. Over the past four months, I kept the blog technically alive by leaning on AI to help complete posts. It worked in the narrowest sense—the site wasn’t empty—but it also made it easier to avoid the harder task of writing and committing to my own words. I don’t even know how those posts performed; I never bothered to measure. …