Brandon Sanderson in Sofia

One of my favorite writers will attend at least 2 events in Sofia next week. Super excited about it. I’ve never attended a signing by a writer on that level. On the other hand, not that many people read these days. Wondering what’s going to happen.

Bulgaria Mall, Tuesday
Carrusel Club, Wednesday



I’m having very serious trouble finding accommodation for WordCamp Vienna. It turns out that the WordCamp is the same weekend as the marathon and we should’ve booked months ago. I wish I’d known that earlier.

Edit: I managed to book a new listing (no reviews) after contacting 14 hosts. Got 12 rejections.

How did I live without G

No, not without G Suite, without the uppercase G in vim. It points the cursor at the end of the file. For some odd reason, in the rare cases I would want to go to the end of the file, I would type something like :9999.

G is so much better that I feel empowered 🙂

Today I Learned

“Ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente” – that’s a Spanish proverb I found on Duolingo. Translates to “Out of sight, out of mind”.

I like how it feels so much warmer in a direct comparison with the English counterpart. It is about heart, not about mind. Think chocolate. Cupcakes. Alcohol. Counter-strike. Robotized vacuum-cleaners. Exes. Around that point, it becomes false. Homesickness. Grief. Missing somebody. Counter-strike.

Out of sight, still in the heart.


Imagine the feeling of an amazing book. A good one. You go to the store, find this new shiny cover, bring it home, open it, inhale the smell of freshly printed paper, spend the whole night on it, close it with happiness. It had new characters, they progressed well, everything was wonderful. You now want more of it.

Now a few days later, or a few years if you’re not lucky, you get the sequel. You go to the store, find this new shiny cover, bring it home, open it – the smell is there, it looks pretty, but your expectations are set high. No new characters, just this constant sense that thing need to go wrong before coming back to normal. And they go wrong, and you fight to reach the last page.

Then vol. 3. comes.

You go to the store, find the same cover with a different color, bring it home, open it, uhh. The author has discovered the magic of torturing the main character to keep the attention. He also introduced 30 more characters, because the original one is already holding the Sky like Atlas nad no progress is ever possible. Something with the editing has changed too. The first chapter was 400 pages, the 3rd is 700, and many pages do not say anything.

This is what I’m dealing with at this very moment, trying to read Red Rising #3 and Liveship Traders #3.

There is a solution, but it takes mental power. It is a very simple one.

Go to the bookstore, find this new shiny cover, bring it home, open it, inhale the smell of freshly printed paper, spend the whole night on it and close it happiness.