Kate Sjostrand 9/12/25 Kate Sjostrand 9/12/25

One Week In

After more than five years working from home, I walked back into the office. Day one, rookie mistake: no lunch. My boss asked if I liked spicy food. Minutes later I was sweating through a cup of ghost pepper noodles, stubbornly slurping the broth he told me not to drink. And I’d do it again.

Kate Sjostrand 8/24/25 Kate Sjostrand 8/24/25

Aurora

I didn’t plan on buying another bike. I stopped at Harley to check on a clutch cable, and the universe shoved a Breakout 117 in front of me. One ride later, I was gone. Meet Aurora — elegant, mean, classy, and the goddess of light who completed my soul.

Kate Sjostrand 8/11/25 Kate Sjostrand 8/11/25

That Too Is Legacy

A late-night ride, a wave of doubt, and a message from an old Navy friend—reminding me the seeds of legacy were planted long before I knew I’d need them.

Kate Sjostrand 8/9/25 Kate Sjostrand 8/9/25

Servant To Self

The life of a writer is lonely—by choice. Solitude isn’t about shutting people out, it’s about diving deep into worlds and characters that demand every ounce of focus. This is why I disappear, and why I had to choose me.

Kate Sjostrand 8/9/25 Kate Sjostrand 8/9/25

Me and My Watch

Schedules are my kryptonite. Creativity is my fire. The problem? Writing for a living requires both—and nothing makes me want to curse humanity more than penciling “Thursday at 5” into my calendar.