Summer afternoon

summerHenry James thought “summer afternoon” to be the two most beautiful words in the English language. The hopeless romantic in me wants to agree. He can see the melancholy beauty of the landscape only two words create. He can see a place, a time, he can feel a faint breeze.

And he can also feel love. Continue reading

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12 days left

The sad truth about indie writers, bloggers, and the likes is that it’s kind of difficult from a financial perspective. We talk about book sales, advertising revenue, sponsorships, and it does sound like we’re all making a lot of money. It’s not like that. Not at all.

The truth is that I often have to rely on people contributions just to keep on doing what I love doing. Just to cover the basic expenses. If they enjoy what they read, if they believe that I should keep doing this, they donate.

So it’s optional, of course.

Currently, there are 12 days left in the fundraiser. $445 raised so far, really close to reaching the halfway milestone.

I believe that we can do this. Together. One small contribution after another. One dollar at a time.

If you want to help me out, you can do so here. If you appreciate what I write, if you think that I deserve to keep doing what I love doing most in this world… it’s all up to you, actually. You get to decide if I’m worth it or not.

P.S. Anyone who contributes $50 or more will get two blog posts reblogged on my blog, will be featured as sponsor on this blog for the rest of the year, and will also be able to sponsor a post: they will appear at the end, alongside a short description and a link to their website/blog.

Being thankful

“Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.”Oprah Winfrey

We all want something. We all lost something. We all love something. Some let themselves be guided by their passions, while others take to the rational way of acting… some choose to hug an illusion, others a dream, and on their loneliest nights they feel empty and weak and scared, while others choose to act… they want to create, to build, to enhance, to evolve, to wage war against the entire world if need be. Continue reading

Are writers crazy?

crazyOr artists in general?

I’m sure this is not your usual Friday type of post, and I could easily answer with another question: who isn’t? And then I could go back to writing and stuff.

Instead, I’m going to write an actual post. About crazy writers. And stuff.

So here goes nothing. Continue reading

Bravery

bravery“We are not defined by our trials, but by how we face them. We are all afraid; bravery is a choice, that though you may lose, you shall never be defeated.”Jill Anzinger

In the face of adversity, how we react is what really defines us. Our actions are one of the few things we’d call a legacy; what we leave behind. Our actions can inspire, can help others achieve their own dreams… our own actions can shape this world according to our dreams. Continue reading

Right now

Right now there are just $65 separating me from the funds I need in order to pay all the stuff that needs to be paid in order for this blog to keep functioning. It’s not a fortune, but it seems like one. Electricity, Internet bill, and domain name/hosting.

You can find the donation page here.

Anyone who contributes $50 or more will get two blog posts reblogged on my blog, will be featured as sponsors on this blog for the rest of the year, and will also be able to sponsor a post: they will appear at the end, alongside a short description and a link to their website/blog.

Also, if you wish to help me out, you can check this page out. There you’ll find advertising options and a bunch of other stuff you can purchase.

Last but not least, I’d like to thank Liang, Donna, Terry, and Madeleine for their contributions. I couldn’t have done it without you.

Once again, thank you all for your support and love.

Cheers,

Cristian

Over the edge…

edgeI’m going to write about something I’m sure most of you don’t really want to read. It’s one of those topics we rarely explore, simply because we’d like to deny their very existence.

I don’t know how you think I am, if you view me as an idealist or a realist, if you think I’m good or not or even worse than that, but the truth is that, for most of my life, I’ve been a pessimist. One of the worst kind, actually.

The ones who feel they never get what they want. The ones who see themselves and the world around them as broken beyond repair. There’s never enough light for the ones who are afraid of the dark.

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