Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
Hey. It's been a while since I last posted here. Sorry about that. Anyway, it's nice to see this blog seems to have entertained a few people. Thanks a lot for all the likes and follows—I suppose I should have done this way earlier, but I've never been great at these social niceties that keep … Continue reading How I Did (Not) Get a Literary Agent
Just in case anyone missed me during the past six or seven weeks, I was busy. First with summer holidays, then with a massive work combo of September deadlines. I also finished a novel, as someone with extremely keen inference capabilities might have guessed from the feature image already. Although finished is perhaps a bit … Continue reading Back on Track
Okay, so I've decided to write myself out of something dangerously close to burnout. I hope it will work as a therapy, but it could also have an interesting side effect - reaching out to strangers who would actually want to read what I write. An admittedly daunting perspective to me, but also a healthy … Continue reading Sounding for Inspiration
Oceanic Soup 