Office, Rains, and Claude
- Sreedevi Menon
- Jun 4
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 6
03.06.2026
Starting a blog is easy. Find a UI friendly site that you have used for several years to create past (flopped) ventures, pay the (bi-)yearly premium, and voila, you have a new shiny space to call your own.
But a few blogs down and a million years to go for humanity, you start wondering, where does this lead to. Yes it is fun, yes its pretty and mine, but what happens of it when boredom sets it, when the site begs to be renewed, and the space becomes a long forgotten memory of a hobby you had picked up at some point in your life. A girl in her 30s. Unfazed by her future, but definitely fazed by her blog's.
And thats how one rainy office day evening, I caught myself opening Claude, the new AI on the block. Smarter. More intelligent. And Quirky.
"Help me with my blog, what do I do of it?" I asked.
Claude asked me what I actually wanted. I didn't know. I threw everything at her - continue the same way? Pivot to life in the Netherlands? Or hey, mint money? Make it earn?
But even as I typed the words I knew the last ones were not right. I didn't start this blog to make it useful to others. I started it because I got married four months ago and I wanted to hold onto the evenings. The small ones. The pasta cook nights. The canal walks that go nowhere. The kind of moments that don't make it to Instagram but deserve to exist somewhere anyway.
Here is what Claude had to say:
"Maybe the real question isn't "how do I monetise this" but rather — what would make you want to keep writing regardless of money? Because that's the version that eventually becomes sustainable.
The domain costs maybe €15-20 a year. That's quite a small price for something that's essentially your first year of marriage and life in Netherlands documented. Even if it never earns a cent, is that not worth it just for that?"
Which is either very wise or very convenient for an AI that doesn't have to pay domain renewal fees. Either way, it landed with me. And so it stays.
Some things don't need a destination. They just need to be written down.




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