Real life

One of my favorite opening lines goes like this, “All that I write was once real life.”

It’s from Max Blecher’s last novel, The Shinning Burrow.

How do you turn real life into art? Into stories? How do you write about all the things you’d never have the courage to say out loud?

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Someone’s got to go first

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 waiter, but the job was part time only in terms of pay. I didn’t have time to write, and this is, simply put, the worst kind of life for a writer.

So I quit.

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

There are no perks to go with your donations. All you get is a big perk in case I reach my goal: a compilation of essays on art and writing that will be made available for free.

This is going to be my way of thanking you for your help, and my way to give people something back.

Someone’s got to go first, someone’s got to make the first step and contribute.

If you want to help me out, you can do so here.

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A hunger artist

hunger“Worry destroys the ability to write.”Ernest Hemingway

Maybe you’re familiar with Franz Kafka’s short story, A Hunger Artist, maybe you’re not. It doesn’t really matter. One of the main themes of the story (the way I see it) is the fact that artists most often feel misunderstood by their audience. And they’re furious because of that.

That’s a myth.

Most often than not it’s the artist’s inability to show people what he wants to show them that gets in the way. Continue reading

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

The boxing analogy

boxing_2_lgLet me tell you a bit about this sport called boxing. It’s tough and rough, no doubt about it. But the most difficult and painful parts are not the ones you see on TV. No, the fights themselves are just the parts that people get to see. The real fighting, the struggle, take place off-screen. The time spent practicing, hours and hours of physical training, shadow boxing, sparring. That’s the tough part. A few minutes in a ring with another fighter don’t even come close to what happens during a training. Continue reading

Being a writer

First, I’d like you to watch this video. It’s really short, and I assure you it won’t be a waste of your time. Then, I’d like to tell you how much I agree with what Chuck Lorre had to say about writing.

I’m an ardent believer in the fact that all great writing comes from a place of truth, from a place well hidden inside our soul. I believe that those elements that are based on our own experiences, faults, and beliefs give substance to a story. I can see many writers who are reluctant about that. I can also understand why. It’s the most difficult thing to do. Once you start writing about yourself, in one way or another, you realize how difficult it really is. Continue reading

The Struggle

struggleIn an essay about Kafka, David Foster Wallace wrote the following words, “the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. […] our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.”

Now, he was talking about Kafka’s works, but I think that phrase pretty much sums up what life is all about. Continue reading