This might sound strange, coming from someone who spends a lot of time alone, writing, and maybe this is the inescapable truth about writers: we spend a lot of time alone, in quiet rooms, contemplating worlds that exist only in our heads, but I don’t feel lonely.
I am alone, but I don’t feel lonely anymore.
When I was younger I used to think that if someone would tell me that I could write a great novel, something people will still be reading a hundred years in the future, and all I had to do was live my life in obscurity, I’d accept. I thought great things require a sacrifice, and I wasn’t so sure what the most important thing about being a writer actually was.
It wasn’t until much, much later that I realized what writing was all about, and I’ve expressed this view many times here: we write because we want to reach out to others. We write with the hope that our words will mean something to someone else other than ourselves.
I am able to reach out to people, I am able to present the world with my ideas and dreams and stories, and for that I am grateful. In doing this, I don’t feel alone anymore. If even a single one of my posts or stories or essays made you feel something, or made you realize something about the world we live in, then that makes me happy.
There are a couple of simple rules when it comes to writing: never stop writing, and never be afraid to share your writing with the world. It doesn’t matter how, just do it. And out of all the billion people in the world, if just one loves your writing, that’s more than enough, more than you could ever ask for.
Last year I made myself a promise: that I would never give up on writing. No matter what. I didn’t quit when I sold two short stories during the entire month of May 2012, earning a total of 70 cents, I didn’t quit when it seemed that no one was interested in reading my blog posts, I didn’t quit when I figured out that I couldn’t possibly afford to launch an online magazine.
But at some point, sooner or later, I would have if it weren’t for the tremendous support you folks have provided. It’s you folks who kept the flame alive, who kept me fighting even when I felt like giving up. Because, believe me, we all have our moments, when we feel that the entire world is fighting back.
Thanks to you (and only to you, I might add), on Monday I’ll be ordering a new computer, which I badly need.
Maybe because right now (and it’s been so for quite some time), a computer is my only source of income. I write and sell books, I design books for other writers, and I get a bit of advertising revenue from this blog. It’s not much, but it’s enough so I can keep writing (being a starving, struggling writer is so last Summer.)
This also means that you can still support me buying a new computer until Monday, when, based on how much money I actually have, I’ll be able to decide on what exactly to buy.
Also, I’m going to work hard, trying to meet that 25th of March deadline for my upcoming novel, for which I need money to pay for editing and other promotional stuff.
I’m not going to lie. Sales have been below average these past months, and I’ve got to figure out what to do with this new release, how to better promote it, and so on.
And one more thing: My friend, Odessa Gillespie Black, wanted me to tell you about this cool offer: for every contribution of $20 or more, you’ll also receive an e-book copy of her debut novel, Souleaters.
If you’d like to help out, you can do so here.
Once again, thank you for your support,