For those who are out of the loop, I'm currently rewriting the first 3 books in my ongoing urban fantasy series. The first book (which is a bit above 300 pages) is already looking to be much longer: the new version will be separated into 4 books (each being 600+ pages long).

Got some more writing done today. 1,013 words in total. Music was the key. Intense classical music got me into the mood right away.

I can see it now. A three-bedroom apartment. A room where I sleep. A room where I write. And a room where I read. That would be ideal.

Hot take: I'm not interested in seeing social commentary in a fucking ZOMBIE movie.

The Backrooms, but it's one continuous shot from beginning to end. Can it be possible?

I choose Popeyes.

Oh yeah? Try WRITING multiple books at once.

I was finally able to move past the procrastinating today. Not much (613 written words), but I at least wrote something to start the weekend.

Who would've thought that high humidity on a cool October night can make you feel sick?

Banana, because I'll at least get some potassium.

Okay, I feel seen.

It's incredible. Here I am with multiple WIPs waiting to be written. And yet every now and then, I suddenly start to procrastinate at the worst times.

Not a whole lot of Asian horror movies being talked about during Halloween season. What gives?

I'd rather eat Circus Peanuts.

I want more of the rain. I want to see it from my window while I'm writing. The atmosphere just works.

Dolly Parton's passing, of all things, is how I find out that Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You" is in fact a cover.

Cold when it's raining? I love it. Warm when it's raining? I HATE it!

I don't think I've had one in my entire life.

I'm the kind of guy that'd be happy if it rained nonstop for 2 to 3 weeks. As long as there isn't any flooding, of course.

One of these days, they're gonna stop showing AI images on these search engines and I can't wait to see it.

"X Money sent you $5"