I created this blog on April, the 22nd, 2012. I was in a dark place back then. I had no money, no job, not even 22 but health issues had turned me into the kind of person who couldn’t even stare at their own reflection in the mirror. Teeth missing, couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep most nights. I was hopelessly in love with a woman who was about to get married. Everything I wrote was for her, about her, because of her, yet I couldn’t stare her in the eyes because I was ashamed of my appearance.
I was tired. Honestly. I was so, so tired. I just couldn’t accept that I was who I was. I wanted more. I had always desired for the kind of things that most people aren’t even aware are possible.
I thought I was designed for greatness…
Then again, all I could do was write.
Words are never considered to be that important. They all say that action is the best way to change your life. I wrote in order to change my life.
As a matter of fact, I was writing because I didn’t know what else to do.
Create this blog, kept writing on a daily basis, networked like crazy, got about twenty thousand followers in six months, and then I was earning about $100 per day. Not incredible, but it’s quite a nice income by Romanian standards.
I thought of myself as a writer. Honestly. I wanted to write stories. To create imaginary worlds and share them with you. I wanted to have TV shows created after my ideas. I wanted to be the youngest writer ever to receive the Nobel Prize for Literature. The second person to receive both a Nobel Prize and an Academy Award.
Mom said this to me though, “I’m not sure whether you’ll ever be successful as a writer, but you might earn a nice income from blogging.”
My mother does not read my fiction. She does not speak English. Yet, I kind of believed her.
Most of you probably don’t even know that I write fiction, that I have novels that I sell on Amazon and all other online retailers.
I blogged. I have four blogs. Daily blogs. It occupies a lot of my time. And even though I’d like to focus on writing fiction, there never seems to be enough time.
I plan to focus this blog on my fiction. I want to move my motivational stuff over to The Dash, once it’s created.
What’s keeping me from doing that?
Believe it or not.
If you want to help me out, you can donate any amount you see fit here. Any amount at all would help me a lot more than you can imagine.
Do you know what is success without fulfillment?
The ultimate failure.
I do not want to be failure. I do not want to fail. I want to leave behind enough stories, that I can honestly say that my words changed the world a bit.
But I need your help to make that happen.