Reading A Book: “Ah, Yes, Brilliant. That Totally Makes Sense. How Clever!”

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental

The more finnish literature I read the more convinced I am that all of it could fit into two cathegories:

Absolute trauma (likely linked to sex one way or another) that will grab your eyeballs and will not let go until you’ve read it (stuff by Johanna Sinisalo, Katja Kettu, Sofi Oksanen, Mika Waltari, Laulu tulipunaisesta kukasta) or silly blorbos going on feel-good adventures (stuff by Arto Paasilinna, Tatu & Patu, Moomins, Seitsemän veljestä (at least a third of the way in)) and then there’s stuff smack in the middle (Kalevala).

Brainstorming at 3 AM: This will be an epic saga of love, betrayal, and redemption.

Drafting the next chapter: Uh...they eat soup, I guess?

“Writing is hard work. But if you want to become a writer you will become one. Nothing will stop you.” ― Dorothy Day

Kun editoin: Editoiminen on vaikeempaa kun kirjottaminen, kärsin mutta ehkä joskus pääsen taas kirjottamaan

Kun kirjotan: Kirjottaminen on vaikeempaa kun editoiminen. Mikä idiootti minä olin kun en sitä tajunnut

Daydreaming about my book:

Writing my book:

no. no. what the fuck? my writing's not allowed to make me feel things. i MADE you. you fool, i MADE YOU