Done and dusted. Eighty thousand words, similar amount of emotions laced with various levels of hysteria. And lots of tears. None of which I was expecting. Well, I clearly was expecting the words, but not that level of emotion. ‘I’ve done 650 years of therapy – of course I’ll be fine’. Looks like I’ll be Continue reading

I’m apparently also at the age where memes and stuff like this seems to consume large parts of my waking hours. This absolutely sums up exactly what I’ve been thinking and feeling for the past weeks. Especially since I’ve been writing my book. I’m nearly done with the first (really) rough draft, and going through Continue reading

Are my current friend group. I’m half way through the first rough draft of my book, a turning point I celebrated yesterday as it finally felt like it was taking shape. I seem to have adopted the slightly tortured writer lifestyle – minus the copious amounts of alcohol. I wake anywhere from 4am onwards and Continue reading

Sucks. I am watching lots of nonsense, as I tend to do, and I keep seeing people who just let multiple sorts of rejections bounce off them. To be clear, I am talking fictional TV characters. It doesn’t bounce off me. It lands, splats, flattens out, becomes absorbent, seeps to weird and wonderful places in Continue reading