The second draft of my novel is officially underway. I've planned to complete it by the end of the year, working out the milestones to hit throughout. I'm very optimistic and actually excited about it. Which is weird considering I intend to double the word count of my first draft.

probably my most irrational belief is that when a yoga teacher says like, “breathe into your left hip” this is an instruction i can both understand and follow

Currently passing the time confirming the influences and allusions that I picked up while (finally) watching Saltburn. It's truly brilliant and unexpected.

ME: Mmh, I want to go to this concert but I don't know if I can afford it

THE GHOST OF MARX: The less you eat, drink, buy books, go to the theatre or to balls, the less you express your life, the more you have, the greater is your alienated life

ME: Alright alright Karl I'll buy the ticket, jeez

A part of me hates to admit it, but after waiting for this platform and mourning Twitter, it's feels so good to have this sort of sm again.

Wahoo!!!!!!