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The ledger side of writing, kept in public: royalty math against a cover-redesign invoice, Frankfurt and Leipzig on sore feet, a launch week that was a modest trickle and one reader email that outweighed it. A blunt reader once asked who pays for the trains. The answer is a post here, with numbers.

8 entries, newest first.

2026

Me at the oak desk, lifting a folder.
Ternary Dreams

What launch week actually looks like

· An honest account of a self-published launch week: a modest trickle, a refreshed dashboard, and one reader email that outweighed the rest.

Me in the sunlit kitchen with a copper cezve.
 

The Pitch That Got a No

· On a side project politely declined, the usefulness of a clean refusal, and why I am not staging a grievance from Bishkek.

Me at the oak desk with a notebook beside the amber shortwave.
 

Who Pays for the Trains

· A blunt reader email asked how I afford the research travel. Fair question. Here is the plain ledger: scholarships, freelancing, and what I choose not to buy.

Me holding a fair program inside the Leipzig glass hall.
 

Glass and spring light in Leipzig

· Notes from the book fair: the great glass hall, a panel, readers who linger, and tram rides washed in early spring.

Me reviewing an invoice at the desk with the amber radio.
 

The unglamorous math

· Royalties, payout thresholds, and whether a cover redesign is worth the invoice: a dry look at the business side of keeping books alive.

2025

Me on the Frankfurt riverbank at dusk, hand in coat pocket.
 

Frankfurt halls

· Notes from the Book Fair: publisher meetings, a signing hour, sore feet, evening receptions, and imposter feelings handled dryly.

Me in a grey hoodie at the kitchen table with a mug.
 

Almost nothing to report

· A quiet stretch of thin royalties and thinner pages six weeks before the first book exists, and the discipline of not performing panic for an audience.

2023

At the desk on a November evening, lamp on, laptop turned away, cold coffee in the cezve.
 

The Address Is Not Mine

· A broken archive page, a fourteen-dollar host, and the small humiliation of writing at an address with somebody else's name in it.

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