There is a pressure on sequels that can never be present during the first instalment of a franchise. The pressure to be equal or better than the first movie. The pressure to live up to the expectations based on the success of the first movie. Deadpool 2 had to follow up Deadpool, be better and funnier, and that is a lot of pressure. Even for a comic book character, who is able to break the 4th wall and survive pretty much everything. And sometimes that pressure becomes too much.
I’m alive. Yet it feels like after last week, and the silence on this blog, I might have been somewhat unconscious while working my butt off. With so much work cramped into just a single week, I feel like I didn’t accomplish nothing these past few weeks. But still, I did, which either means that I don’t give myself enough credit, or I can do things in my sleep.