preface

"oh, scheiße," i realised. “the deadline is approaching. i gotta finish the book!”

not too long ago, my agent (i think) came to me and said, “cake” — everyone who watches my vids knows that name — “you have to write the book, man, or else…”

he went on about lost opportunities, capitalising on the trend, or whatever. mmm, words. words are nice. i think words know me, and i know them back.

“the deadline will fly past,” he finished.

and here is what no one tells you — but let me do it: you do not want the deadline to approach you. deadlines are responsible for 100% of the deaths caused in the world.

now you know how scared i was when my agent said all that. but hey, i’m still very alive — which can only mean one thing: i am done writing the whole dang book, baby!

thanks for sticking with me.