The contest for the cover of my latest novel, “My Own Desert Places”, has finished, and only one nailed for me its odd tone, a mix of dark comedy, drama and supernatural.

Now that I don’t have to worry about the cover any longer, I will continue with my first full-length revision of the novel, which is close to the size of 2,2 novels. Revising texts you haven’t read in a while is a good way to get reminded of how stupid you are, because I average around 70 notes to change stuff by chapter. I also found three places so far in which I will need to add further details from zero. Revising the novel until I’m happy will likely take me a couple of weeks. Then I’ll have to figure out how one self-publishes stuff to Amazon and the likes these days, and whether I’ll need to market it somehow. What a bother.

My mood has only worsened since I stopped writing frantically every day, so I’ll also need to deal with that shit.