Once, I managed inboxes, balanced budgets, and served cocktails to the sleep-deprived and the divinely unhinged. Then something shifted. A story whispered at the edge of the spreadsheet, and I haven’t looked away since.

Now I write—fiction, copy, code-adjacent spells—whatever the work demands. I’m a romantic visionary with a technical brain, raised on narrative structure and feral ambition. I believe in language that moves people, in brands with soul, and in making things that leave scorch marks behind.

This space is a living archive—fiction, fragments, copy, and ideas with pulse. It grows as I do, reshaping itself with each obsession. A home for the strange, the strategic, and the beautifully broken—a collection of what lingers, unravels, and occasionally makes sense

If you're looking for something ordinary, you've wandered too far.