I never thought that one day I’d be writing books. My friends pushed me into writing, literally. And even when I started, I was so afraid that nobody would care for any of my stories that I almost quit altogether several times. If you are in the same place, please, don’t. Don’t quit. Writing is such a beast that it gets better the more you do it. And, funny enough, the more you do it, even if you are not consciously trying, the better you get. To all those people wondering why in the world you would want to write yet another book to add to millions and billions and gazillions of others, I say this: write for therapy. In the end, it doesn’t matter if anyone will read your work or not. What matters is that you’re shedding your pain, opening up your imagination and becoming a happier person. We need more people like this in this world, we need more writers, more artists. What matters is that while you’re writing, you’re happy. You don’t believe me? Well, it’s not me who said it. I went to one of Chuck Palahniuk’s readings one day, because he is one of my favorite authors, and there he told us a story. It was a story about him writing a short story Romance. I won’t spoil it for you, you can read it here. He said that at some point someone in some big newspaper, or maybe small newspaper, wrote a comment or a review on it said, “Chuck Palahniuk fucked a retard.” He asked the audience, how do you continue writing after reading something like this? And he said, you write for therapy. That’s all there is to it. I took his advice to heart. I...