Once I went blind . . . And then I wrote my first novel . . .

My name is Anna. All my life, I have loved to read. Books saved me from disappointment and loneliness, from fatigue and pain, from tears and self-doubt. Books inspired me to perform my own feats, helped me to relax, and educated me on a par with my parents and teachers.

There were no problems with interesting literature when I was a child - my mother used to find more and more new stories for me at bookstores and libraries. But as I grew up, it became much more difficult to find an interesting plot for me.

The thing is that I prefer to read fiction with a love line and a happy ending. I believe that there is enough grief in our lives, so books and movies should have a happy end. But at the same time, I don't like generic romance novels; I want to read a plot with intrigue, a detective line, or a fight-against-evil line. Such literature inspires me to accomplishments, charges me with positive emotions, and helps me to believe that life is wonderful!

I went through many authors, read domestic and foreign writers. Some of them disappointed me with their syllable, some were poorly translated, and some books gave me the impression that I had already read something like this before. After all, the older we get the greater baggage of watched films and read books we have under our belt.

As a result, the works of two dozen writers settled in my library. In their plots, all components converged: there's a love line with a happy end, there's intrigue, they are easy and interesting to read, and they give positive emotions. However, this was not enough for me even for a short relaxation before bedtime. I wanted more and more new high-quality and at the same time entertaining stories. I needed them to help me to rest after my hard work. I had my own handmade gift making business.

But one day a misfortune happened - I'd gone blind for half a month. The thing is that I have been suffering from type 1 diabetes since my childhood, and one of my eyes had almost lost sight a while before, and the second one went blind due to a sudden hemorrhage. I'd been following all the doctors' instructions, laying all days with an eye patch and thinking a lot. What if I go completely blind? In that case, I won’t be able to do my business work. What will I do? How can I make my living?

And in a month after the hemorrhage, I woke up in the morning with the feeling that I had just read a piece of my ideal book. I had a dream that left a feeling of clear joy and inspiration. I sat at my computer and wrote my dream down, creating vivid images – the beginning of the story. Thanks to my four years of experience in journalism, I did it easily. But the pounding feeling of incompleteness, the desire to find out what would happen next, pushed me to write again.

I emerged from the sweet rapture of creativity in two weeks. A finished novel in the genre of lyrical fantasy, written in accordance with all my requirements about love, adventure, detective story, and a good ending, had been written to the end. And the plot for the next novel had already matured in my head.

But there was the trouble - I couldn't afford to plunge headlong into writing. I have to earn money for my permanent medical needs. My husband supports the family, taking care of all the expenses for food, utilities, education of our son. He helps me with buying medicine as well, but his abilities have a limit. It would be unfair to impose these costs on him too.

“Well, that’s enough for now,” I thought, returning to my business. "Who said that someone else except me would be interested in my novels?"

But dreams didn't want to wait. They didn't accept any reasoning. My soul demanded to write further. It was supported by readers who suddenly liked my first novel. And I, suppressing the voice of Creativity inside me, suddenly fell sick. Vision deteriorated again.

I hesitated, wrote down pieces of plots, and left them half-finished. And every time I promised myself that this novel would be the last one. But in the end, I had to surrender to the mercy of the winners - my stories and my readers, who demand them. I continue to write, taking into account the people’s wishes, making changes to the already finished manuscripts, improving them, making new novels more and more interesting. I realized that even if I go completely blind, it would not be that scary for me. After all, thanks to the software for blind people, I can still write my stories. And thanks to the positivity that I put into my works, my vision somehow stabilized a little. And now, I invite you to read some of my plots in order to get positive emotions, to experience inspiration, to feel that life is wonderful!