
This week, I crossed the finish line on my biggest project of 2026, publishing the last of the four (4!) books I had planned to bring out this year. It was a bittersweet moment, but I’ll talk about that, and the reasons why, in another post. For now, I am trying to focus on acknowledging the accomplishment (and the work that went into it).
It’s something I’m not good at, I’ve realized. When it comes to myself, I am that nightmare boss who expects 110% effort 120% of the time, constantly piles on more work, and is never satisfied with the results. I would never dream of treating anyone else the way I do my own self, and the truth is that it has nothing to do with perfectionism. Or, rather, it’s a symptom of other issues masquerading as perfectionism. Don’t worry, I have a good therapist.
Anyway: yay to me for achieving a big milestone!

In a strange twist, I had two blogging friends reach out to me this week, years after falling out of touch. It was nice to catch up, and it made me feel nostalgic. Caught up in the day to day, it’s easy to miss the years flying by. Change happens at a snail’s pace, but in time covers great distances. Meeting old acquaintances again feels a bit like encountering a ghost of yourself — realizing that the person they knew and the person you are today are different people, and the same.
I know there’s a difference because I struggle to imagine what, say, 2016 Adina would think of 2026 Adina. I suspect it would be revisionist history to say that I’m living her dream life. I don’t think my current life is what she imagined … which is not to say that she would disapprove of it or be disappointed with how things turned out. I am her, after all, and I am not disappointed — far from it.
One thing I know for sure: she would be hella impressed with my four published books. 2016 Adina tried her hand at writing at a book, and it did not go well. It went so not-well that she/I quit writing altogether for almost a decade. But the work she did back then sowed seeds that are bearing fruit today. Literally (figuratively): the protagonists of the urban fantasy series I’m currently writing are (very) loosely based on characters I wrote back in 2015/2016. But better 😉

Reading is another story. I haven’t been able to get back into reading fiction, no matter how many times I’ve tried, so I’ve stopped forcing myself to do it. Instead, I’m reading non-fiction — mostly about football — and slowly rediscovering the fun of it. I think the problem with fiction, at the moment, is that I can’t read it without immediately thinking about my own writing. I’m analyzing the text from a technical standpoint (either to glean tips for improving my own writing or thinking about how I would write a particular paragraph) and it’s taking me out of the story completely.
I know I’ll come back to fiction, eventually, but it may have to wait until I’m done with this chapter of my own life. If I stay on track with the current plan, that should be sometime in 2028. But more on that in a future post. Look at me, threatening you (again) with a good boring time.

Have a great weekend!








