Journal
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I write short journal entries about everything and nothing, unedited and raw. They're collected here.

All the words I planned to write this week, thus far, has been written. The project isn’t official nor live yet, but it is delivered. I can’t wait to share this one. It’s very cool for anyone that’s interested in fantasy in particular…

That’s all I’ve got today though. Other than a meeting and some light correspondence, I’m done, spent, and will head home in a bit. I truly need the rest.

I managed about 8,000 words yesterday, before my brain turned into mush, and I decided to vegetate in front of the Jason Momoa Conan the Barbarian movie. It’s underrated, I think, albeit not as iconic nor classic as the 1982 original. Momoa is a great Conan though.

Home stretch now. I’m drinking coffee, and trying not to think about how exhausted I am. Let’s do this. Again.

Two more days to go on my work deadline. I can’t wait to wrap this one up, and talk about it too, for that matter. Getting there. Head down, bang out words, squeeze in a meeting, and keep on going. Nothing to it.

Also: Happy birthday Jesper! Good luck with your journal.

Someone told me it’s the Gin & Tonic day today, so naturally we picked up some tonic (yes, we had gin, what of it?), and thus we’re wrapping up this day with a nice GT. For me, that means going home to a couple of hours of writing. I’ve gotten to the point where I can’t wait for this week to be over so that I can pat myself on the back, and sleep for 24 hours straight.

It’s dreary and cold in Stockholm, with the odd snowflake falling. Quite the change from last week’s sunshine and relative warmth. I’m struggling this morning, because it’s one of those days where I have to work in the evening, but it’s hard not to sit down and just get started right away. Putting in too many hours isn’t a good habit, as I’ve preached previously, but Mondays are particularly hard not to just get on with it. The todo list is long, after all.

But no. I’ll stay put for another hour or so, then have lunch, and head out for my first meeting of the day. After that it’s back to the words mines. So much to write, so little time. Literally.

I’ve got a ridiculous amount of words to write today, and some admin duties that I’ve neglected. Staying at home and focusing on these things, which might sound like a boring way to spend your Sunday, but the weather is gray and dull, and I’m looking forward to ticking off these todos. The coffee’s brewed, timer is set for 40 minute sessions, so let’s do this. Wish me luck!

I’m taking it easy today, enjoying the sun and nurturing the headache that’s been bothering me all week. It’s getting better, from truly bothersome on Monday, to something that’s just lingering. Sunshine and fresh air does wonders, or at least that’s what I’m betting on.

I have a ridiculous amount of words to write this weekend, but that’s for tomorrow. Today’s my first day off in two weeks, and I intend to keep it that way.

It’s been a beautiful day. I’ve enjoyed it, had great conversations, and recharged a bit. It was necessary. Another drink, and then I’m off to bed. Lots of things lined up for this weekend, but I’m looking forward to it. I hope you’re in the same place, in your own way, whoever you are.

No matter where you are in the world, it seems official instances are understaffed, and citizens are banished to the Queue of Boredom. That’s where I am right now, waiting for a new passport. There are some trips coming up, so I’m glad I got this done in time. That is, if this bloody queue ever moves forward.

I’ve got too much on my plate at the moment. There’s not enough hours in the day. Dangerous times, because it’s so easy getting stuck working long days. You go from eight to twelve to sixteen hours, and suddenly you’re depressed and sick. I’m having none of it. Things’ll get ready when they’re ready, and other things get pushed. It’s the better course of action, to be honest about these things with yourself, and your clients too, if that’s what’s stressing you out. I wish I’d known that fifteen years ago…