Time stealing elves came back
It sucks to be an adult. The neuroscientists say that time in a sense move slower when we were children. I’m pretty sure that it is some sort of cosmic joke. All you ever wanted back then was to be bigger, and now everywhere there is time stealing eleves and you notice that a year has come and gone.
I feel like there is no enough hours in a day to get all done. I was meant to publish my fourth book at the end of this year, but here I am still at my first editing phase. I feel like I have let too many things distract me, forgetting what matters. There are so many responsibilities and social expectations I have let hinder my writing process. The whole getting a book publishing ready isn’t an easy thing to do. It takes dedication, time, and obsessive mentality, and thusly it can take a toll, meaning it doesn’t always fit to those expectations we have from our lives and others have from us. I get why there are tales about writers locking themselves inside their rooms, only emerging when all is done. It makes sense. Writing a book is consuming.
Anyway, time stealing elves are the reason why I have had hard time posting book reviews and short stories on my blog. I hope I can change that.
Have a great day ❤
p.s. I’m my own time stealing elf. The worst kind