This writing day went very well. I felt more calm and free than before. I still have absolutely no idea how things will unfold.

Every moment my heroes die, meet someone, find something, fall, scream in parallel worlds, but so far the work moves in a more or less calm direction. I really want to add some trash stuff or activity, but something is holding me back, although I’m not really against it. I just sit and write.

Let’s see what happens next. Everything is very unpredictable and uncertain:

Today I am lucky again, and I am frankly happy about the stability of electricity. Huge thanks who are working on the Ukrainian energy system restoration, who are protecting and reclaiming what was lost. And to those who have come to our land, I extend a grenade in every russian ass.

301st day. Such a long distance and so quickly, it seems, flew by. This year is a separate life. Three hundred and one times I have been reborn, and I am at least as glad that I am still alive.

There is a lot of work ahead, a lot of writing, many pages of new works.

I am confidently moving my way.

To the victory.