My naked truth

True story of how I achieved my dream to be a writer, and to do what I love

First of all - a young man who wants to become a writer in the country like is Serbia, has twice ahead. One has to believe that someone ever look at some of its thousands of e-mails, and the second is to roll up your sleeves, and to work on it. Behind all this, should stand position on the issue, because it should make you stand out from other writers, and make you attractive to potential readers, and to possible employers. The first thing I did, when I was realised, that I really want to stand out, and to make my dreams come true - I redefined myself!

What that means?

I went back to the beginning of the trip!

Even as a kid I loved to scribbling, constantly scribbled something, either with chalk on the walls of the school, any pen in someone's shirt. In the final stage, I used the spray. It was interesting and cool to learn how to make some (usually borrowed) thing looked at some other colour!

I loved to sing! I sang in front of the class. Others were ashamed. I did not. I felt that I am that! That I sing and I want attention! I loved the stage and he loved me!

I liked to tell stories. I made up some, and some I redesigned. Let's say, if I liked a story, I wrote again and completely changed direction were story was going, shaft and grip. I wrote probably the best stories in the class. Or perhaps the most imaginative. On the promotion of my first novel, many years later, there was almost my whole department of elementary school!

Full heart!

What I'm also working as a kid? I kept something reselling, toys from Kinder eggs eaten, changed old thumbnails of soccer players, later I was selling used illusions. Basically, from an early age I felt the magic of direct trade, and I felt that I have something there ...

Later, I inevitably grow up. And then what happened?

I went to hell, like most of my generation!

We have forgotten our roots. We thought we were rock'n'roll generation, and that is enough to be just in that cool and authentic group of believers in better tomorrow. We thought we were special, that we have the attitude! Some of us went to "promised Land" , some have simply disappeared, some have entered into marriage, but most of us are really screwed. Emotional, social ... In any fucking sense! And then what happened? I got a job in a silly Bulgarian companies. Door-to-door trade. ,, Hello, I have some massager's very convenient ,, just for you Grandma "! Who cares, somebody was responded, some would have slammed the door in my face. I was constantly on the road, pull-jar, lie-men manager as I later called this a direct interest. But I felt that I had talent! I sold, I had a story, but I quickly dumped her. Why? Very important thing happened than in my life. I realised something essential, and pay attention what I was ask myself:

Do you really want to do this things to the end of life?

From that moment, I began to redefine of my inside stuffs! I firmly resolve, I want this, but in my own way. I do not know how, do not know when I start and what, but I know what I want, and what will not. I know it sounds simple, but this is the most difficult people to understand! On the other hand, wrong stories that come to you from your closest - do whatever, no time to chose, just get into a some company, and wait for your time. Fuck this position immediately! Today you have a net, that means that you have everything you need, if you have imagination, you know what you want-fucking goggle things. Sign learning course, upgrading, believe that you can,motivate yourself! Do all thing you think that you skipped, if you really want to be Rock star!

So, to cut the crap and motivational stuffs, and let's remember my first redefine:

Work on yourself so that one day you can work what you want to do!

Later I will explain this. Now I came back instantly. I have always believed that my life has something to do with art. But I was away. I was doing meany different jobs, and in the meantime, I was healed by reading. Yes, reading. And I read anything and everything, psychology, fiction, war documentaries, comic books, professional books. I worked shitty jobs, and more realise that I am not on the right course. I work and I do not know why, for whom. I started writing about it. Woke up a rebel in me. I loved him. I showed that's text's to some friends. They did not realise me, some sad that what I write is differently and it's not for everyone. It motivated me. Not bad when they say you're in something different. Either they are wright, or you are a complete idiot! There is no third. We'll see. During this time, I was constantly reading. Then the idea's started to come from nowhere, like they falling from heaven! Now I want to write a novel! I wrote the first half of the year. It was awesome. I give it to the famous editor Vasa Pavkovic, at that time editor of the one of the biggest publishing house "Alnari" and a member of "Nin", newspapers Jury, for the famous literary prizes in Serbia. Anyway, he told me that what I wrote crap, and to try to write about what i know something for the start. It turned out that the novel was not exactly awesome. In fact, now when I scroll through, it was more like a screenplay for a science-fiction movie. And it was like movie with some just pissed off revolution, with a bunch of stage effects, and actor who is going in first plan, like a fucking Rambo, and arm everyone. But it is obvious that my imagination was working.

What I missed?

Work! Experience! Routine!

Write about what you know something, those words were digging into my memory. I was young, impulsive and very angry on that Mr. Pavkovic. How he was just fucked me off easily. But whether he really do that? No it is not!

I quickly realised that he was right and that he left me some insights. I have not given up. I continued to write. I took his advice-I wrote about what I knew something. I was reading over and over. New book's, new view's on world every day. I feel better, i have self-confidence.

I paid you a little secret the writer's craft. Now the pressure is moving to the other side!

I'm moving on with the story, watch out:

Now my story really looked better. Now many people liked what I wrote. I decided to write a new novel. I worked on it for three years, researching and nights I did not sleep. I wanted to. Indeed I put all of myself.

2011.

I published my first novel.

Generated great fanfare, hosting at the Radio Television Serbia, then on the still independent STB canal, the first interview I gave Laguna's (biggest publishing house) bestselling writer Slavisa Pavlovic for at that time the most read online magazine on Balkany-Restart, almost all the media reported about a young writer from Belgrade, who wrote a novel about the Free Masons.

Moving story!

2012.

The story actually starts to rotate. I am a fucking DJ of my art. I got like own little stage. And what I'm doing on it? Mixes. Now I begin to write and satire. I find myself here. I'm good at it. I write poetry, haiku ... will reward, recognition, thanks, everything counts! What is important here? You must to between working on one project, along to work on the second and third ... More projects, more obligations, you become more responsible, you see that you're worth, then you see that the sweat does not matter, just do! I continue the story.

VIB-Vladimir Bulatovic, honor for the best young Serbian satirists!

Wow, I thought. But I quickly woke up. It's just part of the dream.

Resuming the story.

Miodrag Jaksic, former Secretary to the Government of Serbia and the famous author of children book's, otherwise chief editor of the publishing house "Arte", Belgrade, invites me to become a member of the association. 300 artistic souls, painters, writers, freelancers, a lot of people in my intellectual level. This is very important. To communicate with people who really understand you, who share your passion, and that do not spill you with commercial.

I agree.

Immediately robs them their hearts. I am always smiling. Friendly. I love art. I share the power of love and the cult of art. They feel it. People literally worships the positives! Travel across the region, the world's metropolis, socialising, meeting new quality people. I write regularly for them. That same year, rewarded me as the best writer within the publishing house. Cool.

My plate is spinning.

Meanwhile:

I am employed as a driver in a company which produces optical lenses because of writings still do not live! Here I'm doing now, but you will see later what!

The period from 2011 to the present day-constant upgrading! Read, write, teach. So in a circle. Ranging international awards. You have it all on my Linked in profile, I will not bother you. I have to brag. In fact, it's not bragging. I want you to understand that such big and comit work brings some value to get an additional benefit.

The value generates value!

2015.

I became editor of the publishing house Arte. I get a call for the cooperation of the oldest daily newspapers in the Balkans. I became editor in A.D. Politika.

Why?

Because everything is counts! Everything! Everything you do, and everything you do not do! What you radiate that you attract!

Everything counts!

Everything changes. Ideas coming up. I have published a book co-authorship (Marathon in the short term) with Srdjan Din?i?, biggest stand up comedian in Serbia. Attracted to successful people, this is good. Getting back to the company where I start as a driver. I am hardworking. I can do all. That someone notes. No less than the director of marketing. "We know that you're writing for newspapaers, we want creative texts, and more, are you interested in cooperation"? Yes! Moving further education courses ... I work in the marketing department, you know that if you go back to the beginning of the story-sale kinder eggs, and feeling of connection with trade.

Nothing is accidental!

I was not a good worker, or driver, they already knew that i am writing for politics! Now you see that all counts on the end!

I wasnt lucky as some say, I had the attitude, self-confidence and an established story. And that counts! Sleepless nights ... I'm writing, reading, updating ... Numbers Up! I worked like a horse on it and it has nothing to do with luck. It has to do with the hard work!

Many have asked me-why you write if you cant live from that?

It does if you are trying with all of your heart and soul!

Each of us should ask yourself one question before you start a real career and then honestly answer that question.My question itself reads:

Why I believe I will succeed?

Because:

Always think positive!

My ultimate goal is to win the whole fucking world!

Working hard!

I believe in what I am doing!

Awareness is my key word!

I did not stop there. Still building up myself. At home work, than work in company, sleep few hours . Initially difficult to endure, but it gets easier. Transformed. I'm close to redefine a final. I'm working on it. When not working on it, I'm working on myself. Great time again in front of me. The road of the challenge, which inevitably made up of successes and failures. But I believe in myself. Now I have a story. -It is important. -What kind is my story? -Different. -It is specific. -Why? -It has heart. -It has balls!

Now i am working what i like, i am successful, but that is not the end of the story.

You want to know why?

This was only the part of the dream!

I am going further forward now!

Stronger and faster than ever!

I redefined myself.

Thats the final thing and the my biggest point of this story-

YOU MUST TO REDEFINE YOURSELF