Category: Old age of my youth – 2014

SUNDAY, 7 DECEMBER 2014

A strange thought recently occurred to me: to position myself as someone who gives advice on the subject of making money from home. I even thought of building up, like hundreds of other so-called internet marketers, a mailing list of people to contact every time I write a new piece on the subject, or when a new product comes on the market that might be useful to my readers.

Why shouldn’t I do it? Because it is a tainted subject? Because some sellers of information on how to make money from home are common criminals?

Okay, it’s not really a complex matter. If someone had asked me ten years ago if I would like to one day be in a position to give practical advice to people on how to make a little extra money, I would have delivered a monologue in the living room without a moment’s delay on how much better the world would be as a result.

I don’t even have to make money with it – 99% of the time it can just be my contribution to helping other people. I mean, don’t I already have many years of personal experience? Have I not gained a truckload of knowledge, enough to do something like this? Why should I stand on the sideline if I can provide advice to people on this topic – or warn then what not to do, or serve as an example of how to not go about doing things?

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FRIDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2014

Authors who publish their own books often comfort themselves with the fact that some of the most famous writers in literary history have published their own books. People whose names are recited include Mark Twain, Louis L’Amour, Alexander Dumas, Thomas Hardy, Beatrix Potter, Stephen King, George Bernard Shaw, Walt Whitman, Virginia Woolf and Edgar Allan Poe.

According to an article on the Huffington Post, well-known authors who have published their own books can be sorted into five categories: the writer whose self-published book was initially a commercial failure, but who later received wide recognition for it (example: Edgar Allan Poe); already commercially successful writers whose early books were published by commercial publishers, but who later decided to go on their own (example: Mark Twain); the writer who published his own book as part of his professional career (example: Professor of English, William Strunk Jr.); the writer who would later become world-famous who published his own books in his youth (example: Stephen King); the author who published their own obscure books but who would later become commercially successful (example: L. Frank Baum).

I publish my own material – on the internet and in print and electronic books. I have no illusions of commercial success, nor that anyone will ever recognise me while I wander around in some shopping mall. What does irritate me slightly is the common view that if you publish your own books, these books are supposedly of lower quality. Why is this? Primarily because no one whose job it is to make money for a company has read the manuscript and reckoned the company can profit by publishing the book.

Certainly it does not mean your book is any good just because someone else has published it, just as it does not mean your book is of lesser literary value because you decided to take responsibility for publishing it yourself.

Anyways, my intention with this brief article is not to bore anyone with complaints about the snobbery of the establishment publisher nor with a lament about the insecurities of the self-published author. I only wanted to share something I read on Wikipedia, about a legendary writer who – you could probably guess – published his own books:

Back in Russia in July 1871, the family [of Russian author, Fyodor Dostoyevsky] was again in financial trouble and had to sell their remaining possessions. […] Demons [an 1872 anti-nihilistic novel by Dostoyevsky] was finished on 26 November and released in January 1873 by the “Dostoyevsky Publishing Company”, which was founded by Dostoyevsky and his wife. Although they only accepted cash payments and the bookshop was in their own apartment, the business was successful, and they sold around 3,000 copies of Demons. Anna managed the finances.

Dostoyevsky proposed that they establish a new periodical, which would be called A Writer’s Diary and would include a collection of essays, but funds were lacking […].

In early 1876, Dostoyevsky continued work on his Diary. The book includes numerous essays and a few short stories about society, religion, politics and ethics. The collection sold more than twice as many copies as his previous books. Dostoyevsky received more letters from readers than ever before, and people of all ages and occupations visited him.

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SUNDAY, 16 NOVEMBER 2014

I should ruthlessly crush any ambitions I might have to start and manage my own business.

Why?

It’s for my own good.

A business is like a marriage, or rather, it’s like raising a child. You have to think about your business every day. You have to be on call seven days a week.

You also have to constantly work at it to make your business grow. And every now and then you have to think about what you can do to grab a bigger slice of the pie from the competition.

I sometimes think I can start a business, and then just employ a good manager.

A good manager is important for any business, there’s no doubt about that. But a manager usually executes what the owner decides. The owner determines policy. The owner has to decide in what direction the business will go. The owner is the one who should have vision; otherwise, the business will stagnate.

The owner ultimately needs a good team to execute his vision, but none of his valuable employees can do his work for him. If he doesn’t lead his own venture, it will end up on the rocks, and then all his valuable team members, along with the manager, will desert him one by one anyways.

The question I therefore ask myself is whether or not I can devote myself to my own business – not only at the beginning, when everything is new and exciting, but six months later, and five years later.

If you find that you actually cannot fully devote yourself to a business – and with business I mean a commercial enterprise that sells a product or service to a market over an extended period of time, probably with the paid cooperation of other people, you shouldn’t continue wasting your own time, the time of your target market, and the time of people who work for or with you.

Unless you inherited millions, married into wealth, or won the lottery, you need to make money to exist. You can take the risk of selling your time to other people, to companies, or to institutions. Or you can start your own business.

If you don’t want to sell your time to the highest bidder, and you find that you, like me, shouldn’t venture into the marriage or guardianship of your own business, you have no choice but to find something else. And in case you’re wondering: it’s never easy to find that something else, but it is easier now than ever before.

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SATURDAY, 8 NOVEMBER 2014

I noticed a meme in my Twitter feed today of a young girl clutching a Bible. The overlaid text said:

GOD LOVES YOU SO MUCH … THAT HE CREATED HELL … JUST IN CASE YOU DON’T LOVE HIM BACK

It made me think: I know what my opinion is on the matter, but how do people who self-identify as Christian respond when they see something like this?

Suppose a person who doesn’t know much more of the Christian religion other than that it is one of the Big Three says to a person who identifies as Christian: “Tell me about your faith. Explain the basics to me – the story, if you want.”

I believe if this scene is repeated with ten, or twenty, or a hundred people, it’s simply a matter of time before someone would say: “Hold on! What you’re saying is that God loves me, but He created hell to punish me just in case I don’t love Him back?” And this person would be most sincere in asking this. He or she won’t be trying to be funny or difficult! For this person it will be a logical conclusion to the story they were told and to the principles that were explained to them.

What would be the reaction of the person who lives and thinks and talks as a “Christian”, and who sees him- or herself as a member of that particular religious community? Would they say that something was explained incorrectly? Would they say the other person misunderstood the whole story, or that they were not listening properly? Would they apologise and give the person a name and phone number of a different Christian who is known for being good with explaining things that others easily misunderstand?

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THURSDAY, 6 NOVEMBER 2014

Keys on the keyboard don’t hit themselves. The mouse clicks, but only when I press one of two fingers down on its flanks. Words clot on paper, but get stuck when I’m talking to myself out loud … which, to be precise, is only half a truth, because words also get stuck in my throat or hide behind my teeth when I want to explain something to someone, or when I want to bore them with an anecdote about the European middle ages, or with one of my famed opinions.

Not that I’m implying I know so much about the European middle ages that I can entertain just about anyone on a street corner or on the subway with stories about it, but I have read a few articles on Wikipedia, watched a few documentaries, and, as a matter of fact, read a number of books on the subject.

This can, in theory, make one appear smarter to other people, but it definitely doesn’t make you a better banana chooser. I mean, three of my last three bananas had bruises! Were these bruises already present under their golden skin in the supermarket, or did I crush the fruit when I put my half-litre cup of green tea on top of them in the basket mounted in the front of my bicycle?

That very same half-litre cup of green tea arrived leaking beverage onto the road by the time I made it to the hauntingly deserted area where I’ve turned two empty rooms in an old house into my “office”. When I took the bag with the tea and the golden yellow bananas from the basket, tea spilt all over my shoes and my trousers. “What the …?!” I wanted to scream. Then I realised the bag was leaking. Did the cup break? Did the woman at the tea shop not close the lid properly? After the bag had dripped tea on my shoes and my neat trousers for approximately twelve seconds while obscenities flowed unarrested from my mouth, I ran into the street, took the cup out of the bag, and threw the tea in the bag in the drain.

Crisis averted.

Which has absolutely nothing to do with the European middle ages or anything in which anyone, myself included, is even remotely interested.

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