I’ve been making many additions to my routine since last year.

It’s strange to think that just a few months ago, I was constantly depressed and felt like I had no purpose. Now? I’m exhausted from doing too much. My current activity list:

• Running
• Blogging
• Writing a book
• Learning German
• Doing nine to five at Evil Corp Inc.™

Quite the mix, I know. But don’t judge — I’m lost, so I explore.

It’s time-consuming, and I’m struggling to process all these parallel threads at once. And, like a proper parent, I have a favorite child who gets more cookies than the others:

It’s my sweet little book writing.

Lately, I’ve been completely obsessed. My head is constantly in a fog of ice-covered islands, underground cities, and kings of old returning to power.

It’s reached the level of obsession. And you know what? I love it.

The Price Of Obsession 

So is that it? Is this post just me listing my hobbies and bragging about writing?

Not quite — I want to explore how this "Obsession" influenced my life.

Let’s revisit the activities I mentioned earlier and see how they’ve been doing lately:

• Running – I haven’t done that in two weeks. But hey, I wrote a scene where characters were running from danger — that counts, right?
• Blogging – Forcing myself to do it. I still love it, but mentally I’m in a fantasy land.
• Learning German – … I don’t want to talk about it :(.
• Evil Corp 9-5 – Good progress. They pay me, so I have no choice.

Yeah. Not looking good.

Add to that the sleepless nights, staring at the ceiling while overthinking the plot. Or my poor diet, because I was too absorbed in writing to eat. 

That brings stress, and stress needs to be relieved somehow. So fast food to make up for missed calories, and a beer before sleep to chill started showing up more often.

It reads more grimdark than it felt at the moment of writing. And I haven’t even mentioned the missed time I’d normally spend cuddling with my wife.

The Hidden Treasure 

But it’s not all bad. 

Thanks to this obsession, I’ve made real progress. I’m close to 130 pages of pure text, and a decent chunk of it is even formatted. (Though I’ll probably need to rewrite 30% of the plot for it to make sense — future me’s problem.)

Writing has given me purpose. Knowing that after work I get to spend a few hours in another world makes everything else easier to bear.

And I’ve gotten better at it:

• I understand Show, Don’t Tell more clearly.
• My dialogues sound more natural.
• And, oddly enough, the story feels like it’s revealing itself to me. I don’t even need a rigid plan anymore.

I’m paying the price — but I’m getting something deeply valuable in return.

A Reality Check

So can I just keep going like this?

My wife always reminds me that we still need to live our lives, not save all our fun for “someday.”

I’m the kind of person who will sleep on the floor and eat from a dumpster if it means I’m saving for something important. My brain convinces me that once I reach my goal, then I can enjoy life.

But every time I get close, I find something else to chase. And the cycle starts again.

All the joy I’ve had since we met is because she brings that spark of spontaneity to our lives. She reminds me that the point isn’t just to build something — it’s to live while we’re doing it.

And with this book, I can feel myself falling back into the same pattern. Ignoring life because I want to finish something.

My Promise to Myself (and My Book)

That’s why I’m setting some limitations.

Exercise well. Eat well. Sleep well. 

It’s a love letter — not just to myself, but to my writing.

Because I love it so much, I want to stay healthy and keep writing until I’m 100. Not burn out and die at 40, never finishing the stories I want to tell.

The same goes for relationships. Why build this world if there’s no one beside me to share it?

That’s my take for today. Hope you like it and see you in the next one.

Ciao.