If you had told me a few years ago that I'd become an app developer, I would've laughed, patted you gently on the arm, and suggested you drink more water. And yet—here I am, building apps with the same passion I've always poured into my stories and art.
AI opened a door I didn't even know existed. Suddenly I wasn't just imagining ideas—I could build them. One spark led to another, and before I knew it, I had a brand-new career growing right alongside my writing and illustration.
I'm currently working on several app projects, and the moment I started building them, something clicked. I realized I'd found the perfect intersection of everything I love: creativity, storytelling, design, and the joy of making someone smile.
And now?
Now I have more ideas than hours in the day.
New projects keep knocking on my brain like overexcited puppies, each one begging to be adopted and turned into something real. So if app development, storytelling, or whimsical creativity is your thing, check back often—there will always be something new cooking here.
I never expected to become a developer, but it's quickly become one of my favorite adventures. It feels like all the different pieces of me—author, artist, dreamer, lifelong dog enthusiast—have finally merged into one unexpected, delightful path.
And I'm having a wonderful time building things that brighten someone's day.
For those wondering why my delightful, lovingly handcrafted Maine Coon Tarot App has mysteriously vanished off the face of the digital earth, allow me to introduce the villain of today's episode: Apple — or as we used to say back in the 80s and 90s, "The Man."
That's right. The Man came knocking, sunglasses on, clipboard in hand, declaring my fully completed, beautifully illustrated, cat-infused tarot deck to be… spam. Yes. Spam.
Not "adorably mystical," not "a charming fusion of feline majesty and divination," not even "wow, someone actually put hours and hours into this instead of slapping together meditation clichés with stock photos."
Nope. Just spam.
Apparently, there are "too many self-help apps," and my Maine Coon tarot somehow offended the almighty algorithmic sensibilities of Cupertino. Because nothing says digital integrity like rejecting a unique, handcrafted indie creation while approving the 47th clone of a breathing exercise timer.
So here I am, pulling my own work off my own website because The Man decided to flex.
Honestly? It stings. I poured my time, my love, my humor, and more than a few late nights into building something fun and magical — and The Man stomped in like it was 1993 and he'd just discovered parental controls.
But don't worry — I'm not throwing in the towel. I'm just throwing Apple out the window.
My love for coding isn't gone. It's just… evolving. Like a Pokémon, but instead of leveling up, I'm leveling away from the "ease" of Apple's walled garden and heading straight into the wild, untamed frontier of Unity Engine. Because apparently, when one door slams shut in your face, you build a whole new door in a different universe.
So what's next? Who knows. But I'll tell you this: the tech overlords may have banished my feline enlightenment, but they haven't banished my ability to learn new tools, build cooler things, and come back swinging with something they can't reject because it won't be on their platform in the first place.
And trust me — I'll be back. Probably with something bigger, better, and completely out of Apple's jurisdiction.
Because every time The Man tries to keep a creator down, the universe responds with a very large, very fluffy cat knocking something expensive off a shelf.