Oh my, how grand the plans were! It comes as easy as breathing! Give the idea some thought, sit down and put it on paper. Point. Done. Or it could have been like that: a desktop—a printing house—a bank account—a country house. But no! Certainly not! I’ve nearly forgotten about the ‘instructions’ on how to write! How could I have! So many ‘Savile Row tailors’ shared their secrets—how to finish the seam or make a double stitch… But the main thing is, of course, the pattern! Well, what if there were no almighty pattern: winging its way through the fabric with soap—one, two, three—the plan is always at the head of the table…
No, it's not a New Year's syndrome—it's pain, a heart cry and shouts of despair (with a smile on the face; no tears at all). There's so much I want to do. There's so much to be done. And priorities are pushing more and more. And at one point you realize that somehow things start to look very different. And every day one half shouts louder and louder to the other—will you manage it, will you? Hey? Are you there? Or is the ‘brain on stock-taking’ already?
Well. The first year ended with one brain defeating the other, having taken over and ruling there. Which one is responsible for the free flight of thoughts and creativity? The left brain—no? Or maybe the right one? I always fail to remember so essential and defining details. But one thing is clear—it, the brain (left or right) wasn’t on a roll for long. From April 2022 and sometime until August 2022. That's it. With The Rabbit ‘passed’, everything is on pause now. The writer’s block. Stagnation, swamp, quicksand and fog. Alas and Ah. And at the beginning there was: coming out, plans, stirring promises, and…
The Rabbit sales made the master to take a more sober look at things... Two or three downloads… It’s not worth mentioning that they were relatives, of course, who had to pay. They, the poor ones, this way or the other, generally always pay for everything. The point here, of course, is not only in sales, but the indicator is important anyway. Initially, I assumed that this— quantity and quality result—would not determine, would not be something essential that I would focus on and pay attention to. It is difficult to win out in any area. It's hard not to say anything. Almost impossible. But is it then worth starting at all? Could there be such a question for the beginners? Somehow long before 2022 (I remember now) I had already wondered and asked myself a question about writing. And the answers brought to the online space were not at all comforting. It demotivated me at the time. But in the spring of the last year (now it's 2023), I ignored all the smart farewell wishes and precautions and just decided to enthusiastically do what was interesting, what I liked, what captivated and carried me away completely.
Such an opportunity happened to be provided by fate due to the force of certain circumstances. The first story of the Before series—Before: The Pill—was completed. I’d sent it to my closest associates for review—‘Write on!’, ‘Well done!’, ‘Who would have thought!’,... and so on. I felt excited and scared when taking the first steps—the first story, the first tweet, website, video,... My back started itching (hinting on wings).
The bottom line, however, is this.
Written: 10 stories of the Before series, 10 stories about The Rabbit, 5 chapters of the Beginning and ~ 1/3 of the 1st story of the 2nd part of the Before series—Boulder.
The total number of downloads of all the ‘works’ (stories and collections) on the litres.ru site: 224.
Earned: 195.22 Rubles.
Number of visits to the English language website (for the time of its existence): 221.
Number of visits to the Russian language website (for the time of its existence): 892.
Many (I would have thought over a hundred) tweets posted (meaning all and various social networks) and more than a dozen video shots done.
I’ve almost forgotten (I’m back to the list and finish writing): I started reading books actively and not everything is nonsense. For a year—nearly two dozen.
Am I satisfied, and what's next? Why all this?
Of course, I'm satisfied! Such an experiment and experience! And no irony at all!
Do I realize the value of my work? Of course, I am aware of it.
Do I aspire to anything more than just the pleasure from the process itself? Already now or yet with the understanding of the first experience—no.
I consider this to be an interesting hobby, which I will engage in with pleasure.
And what if I suddenly win! To be! Definitely, to be!
No other way! Only go ahead, comrades!
PS About plans and circumstances and, of course, about reading.
(1) The plans are (now) proportionate and modest—God forbid to write stories of the Before series, second part. My back no longer itches (if only for some other reason). Everything else—I am not going to guess. If my fellow sufferers have time to translate the stories about The Rabbit, the collection will be published on the website in the English section.
(2) My job (I am still working for one remarkable company) increasingly requires attention, effort and time, which is also obviously affecting the process—and it does affect: it takes completely everything and without reserve. Literally. About 70 hours a week—a little left for other doings.
(3) The indicators of my illiteracy have improved, as it seems to me, but in general the problem nevertheless is still present—the process (of writing) slows this down too. But on the other hand there has been some (positive) dynamics—the more you write, the better you write. At least in terms of spelling and punctuation.
(4) Oscar Wilde.
This is certainly and obviously not Dickens! But he’s good! Good! I’m reading and, in line with the tradition, I note—reading with pleasure! I will prepare a (valuable) review with (in-depth) considerations.
That's it! That’s all I want to say.
I would like to wish all of us peace and good luck in the New Year!
(I do not wish health, since this is a subtype of luck.)
No, it's not a New Year's syndrome—it's pain, a heart cry and shouts of despair (with a smile on the face; no tears at all). There's so much I want to do. There's so much to be done. And priorities are pushing more and more. And at one point you realize that somehow things start to look very different. And every day one half shouts louder and louder to the other—will you manage it, will you? Hey? Are you there? Or is the ‘brain on stock-taking’ already?
Well. The first year ended with one brain defeating the other, having taken over and ruling there. Which one is responsible for the free flight of thoughts and creativity? The left brain—no? Or maybe the right one? I always fail to remember so essential and defining details. But one thing is clear—it, the brain (left or right) wasn’t on a roll for long. From April 2022 and sometime until August 2022. That's it. With The Rabbit ‘passed’, everything is on pause now. The writer’s block. Stagnation, swamp, quicksand and fog. Alas and Ah. And at the beginning there was: coming out, plans, stirring promises, and…
The Rabbit sales made the master to take a more sober look at things... Two or three downloads… It’s not worth mentioning that they were relatives, of course, who had to pay. They, the poor ones, this way or the other, generally always pay for everything. The point here, of course, is not only in sales, but the indicator is important anyway. Initially, I assumed that this— quantity and quality result—would not determine, would not be something essential that I would focus on and pay attention to. It is difficult to win out in any area. It's hard not to say anything. Almost impossible. But is it then worth starting at all? Could there be such a question for the beginners? Somehow long before 2022 (I remember now) I had already wondered and asked myself a question about writing. And the answers brought to the online space were not at all comforting. It demotivated me at the time. But in the spring of the last year (now it's 2023), I ignored all the smart farewell wishes and precautions and just decided to enthusiastically do what was interesting, what I liked, what captivated and carried me away completely.
Such an opportunity happened to be provided by fate due to the force of certain circumstances. The first story of the Before series—Before: The Pill—was completed. I’d sent it to my closest associates for review—‘Write on!’, ‘Well done!’, ‘Who would have thought!’,... and so on. I felt excited and scared when taking the first steps—the first story, the first tweet, website, video,... My back started itching (hinting on wings).
The bottom line, however, is this.
Written: 10 stories of the Before series, 10 stories about The Rabbit, 5 chapters of the Beginning and ~ 1/3 of the 1st story of the 2nd part of the Before series—Boulder.
The total number of downloads of all the ‘works’ (stories and collections) on the litres.ru site: 224.
Earned: 195.22 Rubles.
Number of visits to the English language website (for the time of its existence): 221.
Number of visits to the Russian language website (for the time of its existence): 892.
Many (I would have thought over a hundred) tweets posted (meaning all and various social networks) and more than a dozen video shots done.
I’ve almost forgotten (I’m back to the list and finish writing): I started reading books actively and not everything is nonsense. For a year—nearly two dozen.
Am I satisfied, and what's next? Why all this?
Of course, I'm satisfied! Such an experiment and experience! And no irony at all!
Do I realize the value of my work? Of course, I am aware of it.
Do I aspire to anything more than just the pleasure from the process itself? Already now or yet with the understanding of the first experience—no.
I consider this to be an interesting hobby, which I will engage in with pleasure.
And what if I suddenly win! To be! Definitely, to be!
No other way! Only go ahead, comrades!
PS About plans and circumstances and, of course, about reading.
(1) The plans are (now) proportionate and modest—God forbid to write stories of the Before series, second part. My back no longer itches (if only for some other reason). Everything else—I am not going to guess. If my fellow sufferers have time to translate the stories about The Rabbit, the collection will be published on the website in the English section.
(2) My job (I am still working for one remarkable company) increasingly requires attention, effort and time, which is also obviously affecting the process—and it does affect: it takes completely everything and without reserve. Literally. About 70 hours a week—a little left for other doings.
(3) The indicators of my illiteracy have improved, as it seems to me, but in general the problem nevertheless is still present—the process (of writing) slows this down too. But on the other hand there has been some (positive) dynamics—the more you write, the better you write. At least in terms of spelling and punctuation.
(4) Oscar Wilde.
This is certainly and obviously not Dickens! But he’s good! Good! I’m reading and, in line with the tradition, I note—reading with pleasure! I will prepare a (valuable) review with (in-depth) considerations.
That's it! That’s all I want to say.
I would like to wish all of us peace and good luck in the New Year!
(I do not wish health, since this is a subtype of luck.)