Help needed

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.

I was happy back then. Continue reading

Set in darkness

darkest_night2“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” – Sarah Williams

Fear. It comes in all shapes and sizes. At times it paralyzes you, making it impossible to act or even utter a single word. Other times, it takes the shape of pragmatism. It takes the shape of suspicion and pessimism. It takes the shape of a certain complacent behavior. It takes the shape of routine; mind numbing routines meant to keep you busy enough so you don’t even think about what you’re really afraid of.

So… just stop for a second. What is it that you are scared of? Continue reading

Help a writer out.

I love writing. This is what I’ve been born to do, this is what I’ve always dreamed of doing. It’s that one thing I feel I’m kind of good at, and that one thing that allows me to be at my best as a human being.

You know, when you’re able to give something to others, to offer something to this world. To change the world, to build a new one.

But, unfortunately, book sales have been incredibly low this past months. I’ve been trying to offer discounts, e-book bundles, but still… it wasn’t enough.

I took a part-time job as a tourist guide, but the season is over and that was that.

I want to be able to write, I want to be able to blog as often as I used to, to be able to read other people’s comments.

The situation is critical.

If you’d like to help me out, you can send any amount you see fit via PayPal to contact [at] cristianmihai [dot] net. Any amount matters. Any amount helps me immensely.

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Also, anyone who donates $50 or more will be featured as sponsor for one month and will get a blog post reblogged.

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Fight on

When you feel there’s no hope, fight on. When you feel you’ve got nothing left, fight on. When you feel that life’s not fair, that all you want to do is crawl under your blanket and cry, fight on. Clench your teeth, fight the pain, fight the tears, the anger, the bitter remorse, because the only true thing about life is that it goes on. It keeps moving forward, impervious to your actions or pleas for help. Never give up, never retreat, always fight back. That’s action and reaction. Fight back. Don’t run away, don’t let yourself be paralyzed by fear. Fight. Continue reading



“Change isn’t easy… changing the way you live means changing what you believe about life. That’s hard… When we make our own misery, we sometimes cling to it even when we want so bad to change because the misery is something we know. The misery is comfortable.”Dean Koontz

A lot has happened in the past year. Good and bad. I laughed, cried, got my heart broken. I thought things couldn’t get worse, then they did. Then I thought things couldn’t get any better, and… lo and behold, they did.

And I changed. As a person. I began to see myself in a different light. I began to see the world around me differently. Continue reading

A long time ago

time2On a cold and dark night of December I wrote my first story. It was for the first time that I had the vision, that my eyes saw more than what was right there, in front of me, that my ears heard more, and my mouth wanted to speak in a voice that was louder than ever before.

I wanted to reach people, I wanted to share with them the same dream I had. It was happiness in a way that you know it can only last for a few moments, that kind of happiness you could never expect to last longer. I was happy because I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Continue reading


“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” John Green

Most of us don’t realize how strong we are. It seems as if we start off as being invincible. Or at least feeling as if we are. And life kind of happens, and we fail, time and time again, and suddenly we grow afraid of failure, oftentimes afraid of success just as much.

The trick is not to hide your pain behind a smile. Continue reading