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06:00 ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・° Wake Up

Up at six. Bus at seven. No thinking yet.

07:45 ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・° Café Ritual

I always read before I write. An hour minimum, no exceptions. My usual spot is Malahide Village, a quiet seaside town with a castle nearby. My order is always the same: dark roast mocha. Reading first gets me into the right headspace before I even breathe near my manuscript.

09:45–13:40 ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・° Library Session

The main event! I always write in the same secluded corner of the library. Today I wrote for just under four hours straight. One solid block, ripped in half.

The first half was editing to warm up. Once I was firing on all cylinders, I moved on to drafting new material. I should have stopped to eat but I have to drop the ball somewhere.

My OneNote decided to act haunted. That’s convenient when I’ve only just crawled out of writer’s block, yeah? It crashed every time I opened it. After fighting with my laptop, I said “fuck it” and used the browser version.

Today’s material leaned heavily into the sea as a motif. Drowning, seals, and the worst of nature. I have a long-standing fascination with seals, particularly leopard seals, which are genuinely terrifying. Ireland, fortunately, only offers the fat and friendly variety.

I fell down a research rabbit hole and learned that seal meat is traditionally processed by turning the animal’s own skin into a drawstring bag to hang the meat in. Horrifying. Perfectly on theme.

Despite all that, I got far more done than I expected. I always end my sessions by spending about twenty minutes preparing notes and setting myself up so the next session starts smoothly.

14:00 ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・° Fuck off Home.

Pack up and left the library. Thirty minutes to vape, decompress, and come back to the real world before taking the scenic route home. I will be making seafood pasta.

𝑰𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 + 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌.

𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒍.

𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 + 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞.

𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥. 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌! 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈 "𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭".

𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫.