Why I do this

I write software the way other people whittle wood — with the patience to start over, the stubbornness to finish, and an embarrassing affection for the shavings on the floor.

Most days I am rearranging small pieces of logic until they click together. Some days they don’t. On those days I make tea, walk around the block, and remember that building is mostly the boring middle. The middle is where I live.

I care about software that feels handmade even when a million people use it. I care about systems that explain themselves. I care about the moment a user notices that someone, somewhere, sweated the small thing.

If any of that sounds familiar — hello. Pull up a chair.