Free Stuff Weekend: The Writer

The Writer


The Writer began with a misunderstanding. I was ten, maybe eleven years old, and I went to the cinema with a few of my friends and their parents. And you know those movie trailers they play before the actual movie starts? Well, one of them was for Secret Window, a movie based on a short story by Stephen King. And I didn’t really get the idea behind the movie. I thought it was something else, which for the sake of spoilers I won’t mention. For whatever reason, this idea stuck with me, and a few years later, when I saw the movie, I realized that it wasn’t about what I thought it would be. Not at all.

So I said to myself, “Now I have an idea for a story.” Of course, I did nothing about it. Teenagers who pretend to be writers like to wait for a right time to write a story. They want to live a bit, to know more about the world, to be better writers, before they embark on such a treacherous journey. Like that character in The Snows on Kilimanjaro. Anyway, I wrote other stuff, gave up writing for a couple of years, then I began writing again.

And I wrote this story. A second person, present tense narrative about a writer. It was about 7 to 8 thousand words long. Continue reading


Page 99: Jazz


She looked happy as she danced, twisting and twirling her waist and hips, and bending her legs as if to ride on the sonic waves of the trumpet. It was as if she was controlling the rhythm, as if her movements were the driving force behind that jazz song.

When the tune ended, Amber smiled, a strange, crazy smile, and said, “Will you take me home? Will you stay with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.” Continue reading

More Free Stuff

It’s free stuff weekend here at the Cristian Mihai Blog (yeah, I never got around to naming this place in any way whatsoever) so there’s more free stuff to be announce.

Just in case you missed it, you can download a free e-book copy of the best essays ever posted on this blog from irevuo’s e-store here.

Also, you can download my first novel, Jazz, from for free here. Reviews are appreciated, but not mandatory.

And now, some more free stuff:

This. A bundle containing four paperbacks, all of them nicely signed. FREE.

I have a bunch of them around the house, and I am in the process of creating new editions, all with irevuo’s branding and new interior layouts and all that.

You can order them here.

More free stuff to come,

Stay tuned.

Proud, but never satisfied

“Be humble for you are made of earth. Be noble for you are made of stars.”

Serbian Proverb

Proud, but never satisfied. One of those phrases that sound so smart. One of those phrases that get thrown around so much that they have become cliche. It is easy to dismiss such a phrase as nonsense.

But the unarguable truth about cliches is that they’re true. So, so true.

Proud, but never satisfied.

Proud? Why? Continue reading

Throwback Thursday: Jazz: A (sort of) Foreword

Writing a story resembles a journey, but neither the destination, nor the way we reach that destination are of any importance. What matters most is our ability to stop, look around, and ask ourselves, “Do I have to go any farther?”

It’s what makes us human:  we are able to test the world around us, to learn, to evolve, to adapt.

This also means that we never find what we are looking for, our journey never ends. We’re wanderers, hopelessly trying to reach a destination with the vague hope of finding that elusive grandeur, that feeling that what we’re writing is perfect or close to perfect. Continue reading



Before I decided to start this blog, before I decided to self-publish my novels on Amazon, I spent three years alone.

Single. Broke. Tired of life. Health issues.

But I wrote.

I found purpose, I found hope in the simple act of making stuff up and writing it down.

That was all.

That saved me from this world, from my pain, from my thoughts and feelings.

I’m not saying that it stopped hurting, but I no longer cared.

It all made sense.

We often get so caught up in all kinds of petty frustrations and fears and events that we forget what’s really important.

We want the easy way out. The shortcut. The ten minute guide to doing this or that. We chase after all sorts of stuff we don’t have, hoping it will bring us closer to ever lasting happiness.

Sadly, there are no shortcuts. It’s just work. Just patience. Perseverance. Discipline. Doing the thing that you love doing until others learn to love it too.

I believe that we focus too much on the results. We do what we do because we expect something to happen. We live in the anticipation of future events.

And thus we forget to enjoy the work. The moment. The day ahead of us when we wake up in the morning.

And I find it so ironic that each and every single time I forget this, life has a strange way of reminding me what’s really important. What truly matters.

These dreams…

“Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?”

“Most people will spend their lives doing jobs that they don’t particularly enjoy, and will eventually save up enough money to stop doing those jobs just in time to start dying instead. Don’t be one of those people. There’s a difference between living, and just surviving. Do something that you love, and find someone to love who loves that you love what you do.
It really is that simple.
And that hard.”John Connolly

I believe that most of us crave adventure. We want our lives to make us feel. We crave the bittersweet excitement brought on by uncertainty.

But we also want safety. And comfort. Just enough.

We are torn between “more” and “just enough.”
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