The truth does not change based on your inability to accept it.
I do my best to live life in a way that I am aware of what I do, while also trying not to chase things that are outside of my control.
Here are some of those truths that help me stay in control of my life.
I don’t write as much as I used to. To be honest, I don’t know why that happened. Or how. Don’t you find it frustrating that we live in a world that makes it almost impossible to admit that you don’t know something?
I don’t know why I don’t write as much as I used to. Yes, I write blog posts. On two different blogs. But those have become an almost subconscious habit. It’s scary in a way. I can write blog posts anywhere, anytime, no matter the conditions, my mood… I can write anywhere.
It is scary because I used to approach writing with a lot more respect and admiration. As if it were magic. Don’t get me wrong, words are magic. If you use the right words in just the right order, you can change the world a bit. But my words are no longer magic. My words are the words of someone who has become so absorbed by the pettiness of life that he can no longer create. He is no longer the creator, but rather the creation.
I am the side-effect of all the words I wrote when I was a dreamer. Continue reading
“History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.” ― Winston S. Churchill
For those of you who don’t know much about me: my name is Cristian Mihai, I am 27 years old, live in Constanta, Romania, and I have been writing for over fourteen years. Also, I do enjoy long walks (on the beach or not) and I have been blogging for more than six years.
But how did I become a writer? How did I decide to be one? What steps did I take? What happened along the way? Why didn’t I quit? What made me keep on keeping on when all hope seemed to be lost? Continue reading
There are more blogs in existence than ever, yet more and more people are seduced by the idea of sharing their thoughts and ideas with the rest of the world.
As a matter of fact, it does seem as if there’s a war out there. Everyone is fighting for attention, there are so many things to learn and master. So many social networks, marketing techniques. There’s even an awful lot of content on blogging itself, which makes it even more frustrating.
How do you write a great blog post?
Find out here.
Let’s be honest for a moment. There’s no substitute for hard work, dedication, time, energy, and passion, and those of you who want a shortcut will be disappointed by this guide.
Of course, there are some things that you must do in order to be successful as a blogger.
So, yeah, let’s get down to business. Continue reading
Disclaimer: this is going to be a long and (somewhat) harsh post about certain realities of life most of us are trying to evade by all means possible.
I am not writing this post out of empathy. I am not writing this post because I read some articles and now I am trying to pass along the knowledge.
I am writing this article because I understand.
I understand the difference between the burning pain of suffering deeply and the general apathy and hopelessness of depression. The emptiness. The lack of interest, joy, passion. I understand the despair, the loneliness, the reluctance to discuss about it all, the very fatiguing job of hiding it all behind a smile, or an “I’m fine” delivered in the worst way possible. Continue reading
A heartbreaking portrayal of ambition, betrayal, and intrigue, Dome is a serialized Science-Fiction Thriller that tells the story of a small group of people who try to figure out the reason behind the construction of this dome-city in the center of the world’s harshest continent.
For a man who knows that our worst nightmares are about to come true, Jack Riddell has no trouble sleeping at night. “It is said that Caesar wept when he found out about Pompey’s death.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” the host of the show, a woman in her mid-thirties, asks. For the last hour or so, the richest man in the world has avoided giving her a straight answer.
Jack laughs. “A man’s character is determined by how he reacts in the face of adversity. By how strong his enemies are.” Ignoring the dumbfounded expression of the host, he adds, “I believe people should realize Dome is a simple reminder that we can fight against insurmountable odds and win.” Continue reading
Five years. Five years of daily blogging. Five years since I decided to never give up, no matter what. To keep writing, to keep blogging, to just keep at it for as long as it took.
And what a ride it has been. Around the world, indeed. 200 or so countries. Lots and lots of people, lots and lots of stories… Continue reading
I think this is the last story that I am going to read you. There’s no reason to force you to listen to something you don’t want to.
This story is the one that gives the name to my book and, somehow, is a story I have grown to love and appreciate. It’s the one story I really think you need to hear. There’s no way you can judge me without hearing it, there’s no way to tell if what I am telling is true or not, if I am just a soulless writer that witnesses tragedy happen with a stupid satisfaction engraved on his face or is actually living, breathing that tragedy, letting it throw him into the wretched abyss of his own remorse, until you listen to this story.
So, please bare with me. And, please, pay attention.
Dreams and Other Nonsense
Soon she was going to come up to his booth. And that terrified him. If only he hadn’t given up smoking two years earlier. A cigarette, right in that moment, to make his mind as empty and white as the snow covered parking lot outside the diner.
“What can I get you?” the waitress asked, looking down at her notepad.
He took one more look at her name tag. Rachel. It was her, he was sure of it.
Rachel glanced down at him. “Sir? What do you want to order?”
“You,” he managed to say, his voice weak. Continue reading
LAST REBLOG SPOT for April.
Special price. $39.99 instead of the usual
If you have a blog post you are proud of and would like to be read by over 135 thousand people, now it’s your chance.
What are reblogs?
I’d call them trailers for blog posts.
Let’s say you write a blog post. So, I choose a short snippet of that post (usually the first lines) then add a link to your post. I put this on my blog.
This way, over 135, 000 people get to see this short preview. Those who want to read more, click on the link and go to your blog.
It’s a way to gain exposure.
“Cristian Mihai’s reblogging of each chapter of my novel Redwood Summer onto his site allowed me to reach a wider audience of new readers that I would not have found otherwise. Thank you!” – Robert Kirkendall
The sun had long slipped under the horizon when I finished typing the story on my computer. I closed my eyes, and with my right hand I began to insistently rub the back of my neck, trying to get rid of the exhaustion that had nestled inside my body. I rose from the chair and walked around the room, stretching my arms and legs, but the weariness still lingered inside my body.
I decided to step outside, into the cold night. I climbed down the staircase of my apartment building, taking each step with infinite precaution. A strange weariness was slowly eating away my courage.
What scares us most is the chance that, somehow, maybe even through some act of magic, our dreams might actually come true. And I find it terrifying and bizarre at the same time. We set the highest level of expectation for what we never had, because nothing can be as beautiful or amazing as it seems to be in our mind.
The pavement was wet. The sky was clear and dark at the same time. I began to walk through the park, with my hands buried deep inside my pockets.
The trees did not quiver because of the cold as I did. There was no wind to shake their leaves.
I took a seat on one of the wooden benches that overlooked the lake, its serene surface a testament to the fact that a storm had passed. Or was it yet to come? Continue reading
Do you know what Wikipedia says about me? Yes, there’s an article about me and I know it by heart.
“Jonathan Eduard Fisher (born August 23, 1979) is an American writer.”
That’s it. I don’t know who wrote it and I don’t know how to expand it. Even the fact of me being called a writer seems to be redundant. If this reason alone is not good enough to make you understand why I gave up writing for so long, then I guess I should try to give you a better one.
Why do people write? I mean, why do people really feel this need to turn reality into something else, into these weak words, why do they have to bleed their heart out on a piece of paper? Are they searching for something they don’t have? Are they just trying to change the world or are they looking for a way to keep track of all the things that have ever happened in their lives? That’s why I gave up. I couldn’t answer the damn question.
I find it disturbing that certain things seem to happen for no reason, have no clear origin, no purpose. Even the universe was created, either by God or by The Big Bang depending on what you believe in, but you still believe in something, in that spark that could ignite and alter darkness into light.
But me? What’s my purpose? What can I change? What is there for me to alter? Continue reading