My Small Monster of 8.2 Million Words

Well, let’s recap the past week. As usual — and honestly, it couldn’t have been any other way — I had a week packed with work. And of course, I mixed that with personal projects, which left me with almost no time to... sleep. Truth is, I haven’t been sleeping much for a long time now. This week, I decided to put the ordinary worries of corporate life aside for a bit and focus on organizing everything I had created during whatever “free time” I managed to find. I started by opening the folder where I had dumped EVERYTHING I had written. And everything I had researched. The idea had been simple: I would create a text file for each research topic, each exercise, each translation, each piece of writing, and so on. My surprise was realizing that the folder itself had become a monstrosity — something I had let grow completely out of control over the past two years. At that point, I would probably need more time to organize it than I had spent creating it. So I decided to pay for one month of Claude and put my friend over there to work organizing my files. A way to save time. And no, I’m not possessive about what I create, nor am I afraid of being “stolen from.” Once my little monster — the archive — was finally organized, I had an idea. I asked it to generate some stats on what had been produced, and one number really stood out: 8.2 million words. Kind of terrifying, right? But that’s it. I’m very tired today. I’d like to talk more about it, but I’ll leave that for sometime next week.