“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.”
That quote stuck, like gum under a desk.
It’s probably why I became a writer.
But I don’t just write to help SaaS bros
named Brett polish their pitch decks.
Sure, it pays the bills. But it’s not the hill I plan to die on.
After years of helping other people pretend they have it all figured out, I finally started building something of my own.
A soft space for neurodivergent minds navigating a rigid world. It’s about identity and inclusion, and celebrating the people who zig while the rest of the world zags.
A global community project using t-shirts to support causes worldwide. Sometimes a tee is a tiny billboard for humanity—and wearing one helps spread the word.
These projects are slowly becoming my life’s work.
There’s no big plan or blueprint—just a creative conscience and the need to do something that feels right.
And then there’s this website: eddievelosa.com. Where the 9-to-5 lives and the 10-to-too late thrives.
It’s a creative sandbox for self-expression that sits between structured and spontaneous, logical and lyrical.
When I’m not chasing commas for a paycheck, I’m right here letting that inner static settle and turning a tangled inner monologue into something more tangible.
If life and work have taught me anything, it’s that at some point, you have to stop editing and hit publish.
Because at the end of the day, all anyone wants is to do something worth writing. Or, better yet, worth reading.
So here I am. 👋
Writing the next chapter.
Let’s see where this story goes.