Working on
Well, myself. Again. Probably not the last time. But at the moment extremely frustrated when it comes to motivation regarding the things I used to do out of pleasure (writing, games, ...).
This is probably a very intimate thing to share (as in: the few people stumbling on this page from nownownow.com, hello to you, hope you're doing well!), but even writing these few sentences about nothing of significance is the most writing I have done in a few weeks or months even.
Reading
The Things We Never Say by Elisabeth Strout
Decided to go for a Booker Prize shortlist nominee and I'm kind of hooked by this simple, yet elegantly well-narrated story.
I've also finished the first Dungeon Crawler Carl book by Matt Dinniman in the last weeks (it was really good, I got the second one already), and I'm currently going through a little book called Several Short Sentences On Writing by Verlyn Klinkenborg, hoping it'll nudge me in a better direction than the one I am headed now (not writing).
Listening to
Distance in Static by Bonobo
Playing
Nothing, to be honest. I had a day to myself today, decided to play either Slay the Spire 2, or anything else in my library and I didn't feel like it after a couple of minutes and quit.
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