Nice to meet you, I'm Brooke. - Brooke Martin

You know that rare moment when you have an idea to do something (like start a Substack) and you’re overcome with so much excitement, you have to start ~immediately~. Happy as a clam, you set up your account - username, bio, the whole nine yards. But THEN, you click “New Post”, and suddenly, you are sobered by the crisp white screen of a blank draft page. Who am I to think my words are worthy of this crisp white screen? That can-do, conquer the world energy… it’s gone. Now I’m just acutely aware of the fact that I’m sitting on my couch, wearing old, pilled sweatpants, eating a sleeve of Thin Mints. I digress. Hi! My name is Brooke, and I am 25-going-on-grandma. I live in San Francisco on top of a big hill. I hate the hills, but I love the water. I love the food, but I hate how expensive it is. I say hi to every dog I pass, eat a lot of tofu, and go to bed early (grandma vibes). Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Despite my old lady tendencie

You know that rare moment when you have an idea to do something (like start a Substack) and you’re overcome with so much excitement, you have to start ~immediately~. Happy as a clam, you set up your account - username, bio, the whole nine yards. But THEN, you click “New Post”, and suddenly, you are sobered by the crisp white screen of a blank draft page. Who am I to think my words are worthy of this crisp white screen? That can-do, conquer the world energy… it’s gone. Now I’m just acutely aware of the fact that I’m sitting on my couch, wearing old, pilled sweatpants, eating a sleeve of Thin Mi