The iPad is the bottleneck in my productivity

I’m very satisfied with my current writing setup, as it respects my most important need: whenever I stop writing, I need to be able to get back to it wherever I am, from any of my devices. I write Markdown text, and my desktop saves my files directly on my server, since they’re on the same network; in turn, my server runs Syncthing, and it sends a copy of those files to my smartphone and my laptop. I can edit those files or create new ones from any text editor, be it Ghostwriter on my laptop or Jotterpad v12.11.1B (newer versions suck) on my phone, and they’ll be synchronized with the server and each other. Hell, I can even edit them from nano using SSH, should I ever need it (it happened). And it’s not just text files, anything goes, like images or XMind files, which is the app I use for timelines. Syncthing even has a versioning system, I can go back 10 versions back for every file, and recover deleted ones. Long story short, it’s perfect.
Except for one detail: I also have an iPad, and it doesn’t fit into the equation.

On "Phantoms" and my connection to Low Roar

As soon as my new short story, “Phantoms”, goes live, so will this blog post. “Phantoms” is a story about communication, friendship, altruism, and fun despite big differences, but it wasn’t born from an intent to write that kind of story. As it’s often true for my stories, it was simply born from listening to my favorite music, and in this case, my inspiration for this story was Low Roar, who very unfortunately passed away just recently.

A book on getting better hand-delivered by a drone: another Oniisanbomber review

“Aw, come on Ex, are you doing this again? Really?”
Yeah.
Yeah, really. Of course I am.

Oniisanbomber and how a pen name can be perfectly self-explanatory

Oniisanbomber.

Don’t laugh. I know you’re laughing, stop it.

So. I think I need to give an explanation on how I ended up reading “I Met You After The End Of The World” by Oniisanbomber, or how I’ve started calling him, Cristiano Bronaldo.

My lockdown wasn't productive

This post was inspired by this article by Vox.

My lockdown wasn’t productive at all. It wasn’t free time I got to learn new skills, it wasn’t an unexpected gift, it wasn’t personal growth, there was no silver lining. This pandemic was an anxiety amplifier, something that made my inner feeling of guilt even stronger than before because I was supposed to learn something new, I was expected to turn it into personal growth, and had to turn it into something enjoyable. But I didn’t, and I know I’m not alone.