Category: Writing

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On NaNoWriMo 2017

A Glimpse into my mind

A lot of people I know ask me what the inside of my mind looks like, this is just a glimpse into what’s going on while I’m writing, and I’ll be writing a lot during November – at least 50’000 words hopefully. This is my way of announcing, I’ll be doing my 5th round of NaNoWriMo, last year I got 30k in 10 days and then totally failed because I fell in love with Copperplate, but this time I want to be a winner again (like every time before). So keep your finger’s crossed for me. This is the time of year I’m usually back on twitter for word sprints, and random thoughts and word count updates, just in case you’re interested in the type of madness I’m kind of addicted to. It also means I’m probably not gonna be very active anywhere else. I’m not dead, probably just a highly caffeinated sleep-deprived writer-zombie, that I turn into as soon as Halloween officially ends with midnight striking and national novel writing month begins.

So in case you’d like to know what the itchy finger’s feel like and result in, there you go. This is what fell out of me in a span of about 5minutes, when I tried to describe the transformation into writer-zombie-me. Continue reading “On NaNoWriMo 2017”

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Relaunch

On joining the enemy, leaving etsy, coding love, design thoughts and content changes.

It was sometime in late spring when the decision was made. The decision to leave my beloved blogging like a hacker platform and move on to a CMS I had declared my enemy years ago. Looking back at that day now feels like it was forever ago and in a way it was. This process took longer than anticipated and it is not complete as of right now, but I still want to take a minute and talk about what was going on behind the scenes.
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Realist with a Dreamer’s Mind

Struggles of a perfectionist Logophile

this post was originally published on medium

I was fourteen when I met the love of my life. Words and I had known each other forever. But we only had realized that we were a match two years prior, when I first realized that bending and blending and sorting and jumbling and putting together and tearing apart were things I really liked to do to words and sentences.
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