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Editorial goals for 2025

  2024 is gone and, despite my best efforts to keep up with my writing goals for the last year, my production was less than I’d like to acomplish, althought it’s a self-initiative and I’m not being paid for this ‒ or for anything.

Last year was spent in recovering from a burn ( a real burn, with hot water, dealing with setbacks, remebering and compiling, since I’ve found out, by the end of 2023, that I’ve been drugged and explored in my intelectual property since childhood and for most part of my life so far.

In 2025, while I’ll focus mainly on personal goals, I’m setting a more modest content writing goal for this year. 


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