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 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.

If you wish to help me get back up on my feet, you can do so here.

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Perseverance, perfectionism, and the impossible

impossibleIn a way, I believe that all artists are possessed by this silly ambition: they want to do something no one else has thought of doing before them. They want to create something that’s unique. And perfect. And so they try, again and again, and they always fail. It seems to me that this is what truly motivates us.

We keep on writing because nothing we write is good enough, or at least, as good as we think it should be. Or as good as we think it deserves to be.

No story is ever “finished.” There’s always something to change, to add, to remove. Continue reading

What we write about tells us who we are…

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“What is the issue that is eating you up? What is the personal fear that you can’t resolve and you can’t tolerate? Are you getting old with fucking NOTHING to show for it? Then, write Invisible Monsters. Are you worried that your brain or talent isn’t capable of creating anything interesting or unique, and you’ll die and rot and be forgotten – failing everyone you love? Well, then write Diary. My point is, use the story to explore and exhaust an issue of your own. Otherwise, you’re just dicking around, playing “let’s pretend.” If you can be ruthless and honest about your own fear, you express something that other people can’t express. You can resolve your own anxiety – through research, discussion, experiment – and that freedom is what brings you back to writing.

What could you never talk about in a million years? Then, write about that.” – Chuck Palahniuk Continue reading

The secret ingredient

Aspiring artists have always been searching for the secret ingredient, for that special trait that makes some artists great. After all, in a way, it goes beyond talent as an innate ability, beyond acquired skill, beyond hard work, determination, or luck.

The secret ingredient is often mistakenly interpreted as having something to do with the struggling artist’s myth. In a way, it does. Continue reading

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

The ideal reader

reader2I’d say that I’ve come a long way from my high school years, when I was struggling to find people who’d be interested in reading my stories. I’m not going to lie: it’s important to know that someone reads your stuff, that someone cares. Makes you feel less alone, and isn’t that one of the reasons we write?

And I appreciate that, and I’m truly grateful for being able to present my ideas or ask questions, to expect a response every single time I need one. But the truth is, we never write for a bunch of people. Yes, we talk a lot about finding our target audience, about all the ways we can improve how we reach our target audience, but that soon becomes a vague term, one that is used to define different people, who only share a number of preferences. Continue reading

A call for help

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? Continue reading