2020 was a strange year, even for me who doubts I ever had a normal year. So, let’s look back at 2020, with some extra focus on December to also serve as the monthly wrap-up. And also some early 2021 plans – though, as 2020 has shown, it often feels like plans are good for only a few weeks, then you can thrown them into the trash can.Continue reading
The recent days were a bit of rollercoaster for me. I’ve been always prone to having cold at the beginning of November. This year seemed it could be worse than that…Continue reading
This is a spontaneous out-of-schedule post because there’s something tied to this very date that deserves it: it’s already five years since I started writing. Where the hell has the time gone?
And so I thought I’d make a small look back and reflect a bit on those five years.Continue reading
In the second part of sharing my story, I’m looking back at the early 2010s – the time that eventually nudged me towards giving writing a try. Yet, the path to that was far from simple…Continue reading
A few times, I’ve promised a look back on how I got to writing. The time for my grand confession has come. Today, I’ll share the first part of this story: a look back to the 2000s, when the first ideas for my in-development story came to be; into a time when actual writing was still a distant future I did not even dare to see.Continue reading
If there ever was a time I thought something along the lines of “It’s definitely not possible for me to ever become a writer”, it was when writing school essays. Today, I’ll share a look back at those times – and why I thought that way.Continue reading
This will be a bit more personal post. During the past days, some things happened that gave me some positive vibes when it comes to my writing and I’ve decided to share some of them.Continue reading
After a while, I am making a post unrelated to books or hiking. Today, it is the transition from CEST back to CET in EU and, with it, the extremely annoying and no-good necessity to adjust my watches.
Some habits die hard, I guess. Some return. This will be a post about one of them: how I found reading before sleep appealing now in my late twenties and some retrospective on that matter, including my reading habits and some inspiration.
So, it’s a bit over two years since I started working on my story, and well over five years since I went from “maybe one day” to “seriously thinking about it”. I still don’t feel ready to talk about it much, and I do here because of the partial internet anonymity. Even that took time.
Truth is, I am still afraid what people around me might think when they learn the truth, which is the reason that I am still quite picky about those who truly know what I am up to (including that it is me, and by that I mean knowing me at least somewhat). Being gamer and generally shy person who sticks to himself most of the time, I was often considered a bit strange. How worse could that be if those around me knew the truth?