It seems to me that we spend our childhood building our initial vision of the world. We do our best trying to answer as many questions as possible, and in our eagerness to understand everything around us, we name things and label them and we think that we’re absolutely certain that things are exactly how we see them.
Odds are that one day you’ll start working on a story for longer than usual. Odds are that you’ll try to make it perfect, even when it’s clear that you’re just afraid to let it go. You’ll fear rejection and bad reviews. You’ll think you’re not good enough to write the story the way it deserves to be written. You haven’t lived long enough and stuff like that.
Maybe you do so because you feel this story’s the “one.” This is the story where you actually say something no one else can, where you leave behind more of you than you’ve done before. It’s the story that defines who you are more than anything else ever written. Continue reading →
A couple of days ago I read an article by a Romanian writer, in which he said that the way we perceive certain foreign authors in Romania is different than how they are perceived in their home countries. The reason for this is that only their best works are available in Romania, thus readers have a distorted perception.
Somehow, this idea that a bad novel can counter-balance a good one makes sense. It’s something that often happens with prolific writers: some of their stuff is good, some great, but a lot is also mediocre at best.
But the writer of that article said that the key to all this is to write for a couple of years on a collection of poems, short stories, or a number of novels and then only choose to publish the best of them. This solution is something I disagree with. Continue reading →
From time to time I contemplate the idea of abandoning my dream of becoming a full time writer. I get all kinds of ideas in my head. I’m just pretending to be a writer, and I’m not really good enough, and that I should simply give up.
A couple years ago, before I started this blog, one of my uncles asked me about my writing. Back then I was uploading stories on Wattpad, and I was having a lot of fun. So I told him that I had talked with a girl from Etiopia, who said that she really enjoyed my stories. So much that she cried.
And, well, he asked me about money. Was I earning enough?
In fact, I wasn’t making money at all. And I told him that, and I told him that when a stranger genuinely appreciates your art, that’s worth more than all the money in the world.
“You never know how strong you are… until being strong is the only choice you have.” - Cayla Mills
I’m going to tell you something no motivational speaker would ever dare tell you: genuine strength can’t be taught, learned, bought, borrowed, or understood. Genuine strength, defined as the ambition, courage, and stamina to do whatever you want to do most in this world comes from the realization that you are the only one who’s going to pay the price for success.
That is it.
You really don’t need someone to keep you motivated, someone to keep an eye on you so you don’t become lazy. There’s no point in doing something if you can’t do it by yourself, for yourself, because you can and want to.
I enjoy watching those motivational videos on Youtube, or reading about this or that person who reached a breaking point in their life. I like to read about struggles that makes us human. But it never really helped me achieve anything.
The truth is, you have to do this by yourself. The moment you can’t find any more excuses, the moment you can’t blame anyone else for your mistakes, that’s when you can either give up or try again. You can run and hide, or simply try to take over the world.
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.” – Charles Bukowski
Whether you believe in God or karma or simply fate odds are that at least once in your life you’ll feel as if the entire Universe is working against a specific desire of yours. And you’ll want to give up. Continue reading →
Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote, “No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.”
We all act differently around certain people, because we want to impress them, or maybe because we simply don’t want to dissapoint them. And sometimes, indeed, we can’t figure out who we really are.
I once wrote that our freedom is limited only by what we believe to be the perception others have about us. If we’re afraid the world won’t like us for who we really are, then we try our best to “behave.” Continue reading →
John Steinbeck once said, “All great and precious things are lonely.” Actually he wrote that. In East of Eden (phenomenal book, by the way.)
Writing is a lonely job. The act of putting words on paper with the clear goal of creating some form of art, whether is a novel, a short story, a poem, or a play requires solitude. It’s an inexorable truth about the condition of the writer; he has to be able to put aside the real world, the world outside his window, so he can focus more on the world that he’s creating. Continue reading →
We are different. You and I. We live in different parts of the world. Probably. We think differently, we act differently, we’ve lost different things, and, most certainly, we want different things. We feel lonely at different hours of the night. We see the world differently, we have certain perspectives, ideals, and principles. We believe in different things. But the biggest difference is that my struggles are mine alone. So are yours. Continue reading →