An owner of a bookcafe wanted to meet me. Not aware of the reason I decided to accept the invitation and sit down for a chat with that person. We talked. It was supposed to be a short chat but ended in 2.5 hours of (lets make up for the 10 years of missing out on each other) Subjects flew and followed each other like asteroids. The person ends the conversation with "I cannot believe we have such local writers." What a line, isn't it? But the "local" aspect of it hits even harder. It is not going to put the bread on the table for me. I noticed how grudgingly furious I become when someone notices me as a writer. (After 10 years) I used to believe it is all about the soon or late mentality. If you put effort after effort people will notice. (By the way this owner noticed that the readers she respected picked my books from the shelves. She decided to give my book a chance. This story goes on as you can guess.) So what is all this fuzz about? It is about fate. You are born in a certain geography. You open your eyes in a certain family. You are given a unique voice that belongs to that very territory. You use that voice and it is not about the soon or late. It is about the fate part. God has ways of giving the signals. Location of the meeting. (Opposite of the DomSovet - Governmental Building) Guess my childhood nickname?! You are right! It is DomSovet. When I was a kid I knew things, but I did not know that people care only if it serves them. (I mean the truth.) But, I loved learning and this was my truth. Guess what else I loved. You are right again! Writing! I thought it would be my career at the end. But as I lived through the life of publication period, I saw the darkness in the people of the industry. Truth is, for them our books are no different from the vegetables that can be sold at a discount price. Writers are no different than immigrants who build houses and cut grass. And as I talked to the owner of the bookcafe I called her a hopeless romantic. Are not we all like that? (People who endlessly read and write.) Are not we as predictable as Nicholas Sparks novels? Maybe that is why it is hard for us to adapt to this wild world. Maybe one day we will try to ride the "bull" for just 8 seconds. That is all we need as local writers. 8 seconds and then back to reality. Bull is the market. 8 seconds is the recognition, appreciation and integration time. Back to reality is people live by the 7 sins principle. It is wired into them. Fate put the DomSovet kid in front of the actual DomSovet. Fate put one his students inside when he entered the cafe to be reassured about the energy of meeting. Student, teacher and the owner shared the same ezoteric number 3. Is not it wild? Call it coincidence then. I will call it fate. Whatever is meant to happen will happen. Will I ever be international? Who knows? Will I put the effort? Sure, I will. Will it happen? It will. (In a hyper contextualized way which is destined only for me.)
