[the process] the obstacle is the (only) way

there is no other way but to use the obstacle

Here I am, four months until I get to celebrate a full decade since I self-published my first novel.

I love writing stories.

It’s what I have always loved to do. And I love it more than anything else I’ve had the pleasure of doing over the years.

Don’t get me wrong. There’s nothing glamorous about having a passion.

I often say passion means to suffer. It does. It truly does. The universe doesn’t suddenly make sense because you know what is the one thing you love doing more than anything else in the world.

In fact, most times it feels like an obstacle.

I love to write, yet I’ve also come up with a rather impressive reasons why I shouldn’t:

  • I am primarily a personal development blogger
  • It takes a lot of time to write something, then try to sell it
  • The niche is overcrowded
  • There aren’t that many people interested in reading fiction

And on and on.

The funny thing is, you only need one reason why something won’t work.

If you start writing down an entire list of reasons, most probably it means that you, somehow, wish it would actually work.

Somehow, deep down, you know that the obstacle is really the way to go.

There’s nothing else to do.

It is the things we smear with realism that usually make us dream in ways that stop us from falling asleep.

That’s the way of the world.

I am a writer. I write stories. It is what I love to do, and I can’t find much joy doing anything else if I can’t write.

And that’s what I am going to do.

I am going to write.

And I’d love it if you could join me on this journey.

I’d love to share my stories with you.

[short story] hiraeth

There’s this mostly unknown writer who is found in a cafe with a former lover of his. From the way he talks, he seems to be made of words and sadness and little else. A suffering face, clothes a bit out of style. Legs crossed. He listens to her talk about what was what while she was no longer his.

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Who the F$#k Is Cristian Mihai?

The author of this article, age 8

When I was a kid, I thought I was destined for great things. I was born on Christmas Day, exactly one year after they shot Ceausescu, the only ruler of a Communist country to ever be executed. Now, in the same spot, they’re building a shopping mall.

Maybe because I was born when I was born, I don’t really listen to what other people tell me I should do. I never did.

I don’t like authority. I don’t like to follow rules.

I am not afraid of the consequences of not doing what I am told. I am not where I’d like to be in life because I don’t like most people. I have long suspected they don’t like me back.

I am a rebel without a cause, garnering a bit of applause here and there from those who read my stories.

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Does Your Why Make You Cry?

My home country of Romania is last in the European Union when it comes to reading books. The book market here is the stuff of nightmares for any writer.

What do these two sentences mean?

I shouldn’t be able to do what I do. I shouldn’t have attempted it. And I don’t think that you ever gave it a thought while reading my posts.

My parents never read a single thing I wrote because my words are foreign to them. They never read my stories or novels. Odds are, they never will. They never understood my dream of becoming a writer. Nor did they encourage it. But they also didn’t try to talk me out of it. Too often.

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Dream. Hope. Hustle.

What amuses me most about dreams is that most of the time we tend to attach a sort of vague hope to them. It’s like we spend an awful lot of time contemplating a distant future when all our dreams will come true instead of actually trying to make them come true.

But it doesn’t work like that.

I try not to regret (the things I did or didn’t do) but I can’t help but feel sorry that half my “career” as a writer was spent like this. I wasn’t writing that much, mostly because writing is kind of hard – especially when you’re just starting out and you’re worried about technical stuff, about the mechanics of writing. I suppose all aspiring writers spend more time wishing for stories to magically get written.

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