R.A. Sputnikoi's Blog: The Cyphiliac's 4L Diaries, page 2
April 14, 2012
AUTHOR POVERTY
I am a poor author. I ahve no work since I learned about my medical condition and I do away with it through writing, trying to sell my works and my old books, and trying to convince people to buy what i am selling or working for them. But most of all, and I am not at all embarrassed to say this, I beg. I mean, beg like how poor people on the streets beg for food. I, meanwhile, beg for books. If I find a Goodreads author here who has some interesting books, I add them and literally beg for a copy of their books. But I do not do it for pleasure. I do that to help promote and review other writers' works and also build lasting connections with those authors who are already more established than me. It is fun coz I get them free =P What's more, it is also a good thing to aid our fellow writers. I recommend their books to others so it's also free promotion, right?
Here is the list of authors who already gave me their stuff free. Please support them too:
CYRIL WONG
KRISTINE ONG MUSLIM
JOYCE SHAUGHNESSY
ELLEN PEPPER
IAN CASOCOT
Here are the authors who promised me to send me their work thru mail or email and those I begged still:
MYKLE HANSEN
SAM PINK
SUPERVERT
JIM PASCUAL
NONON CARANDANG
AND MANY MORE
Here is the list of authors who already gave me their stuff free. Please support them too:
CYRIL WONG
KRISTINE ONG MUSLIM
JOYCE SHAUGHNESSY
ELLEN PEPPER
IAN CASOCOT
Here are the authors who promised me to send me their work thru mail or email and those I begged still:
MYKLE HANSEN
SAM PINK
SUPERVERT
JIM PASCUAL
NONON CARANDANG
AND MANY MORE
April 6, 2012
BEING A COSMOPOLITAN AUTHOR
I am currently planning to finally type my first short story written in French with other foreign languages mixed in the dialogue and the main body. I want to be recognized as the first multilingual Filipino author. I actually can write, read and speak French as well as Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese and Korean. Then I do know tidbits of at least 5 more languages. Thiis fun for I actually do read French literature in french to practice and maintain my knowledge.
Published on April 06, 2012 19:49
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April 5, 2012
I AM SELLING AND TRADING MY BOOKS
Please see my list here:
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?s...
but I also have a lot of books that I can also sell or trade in my read list. Just message me to request anything and let's see what I can do.
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?s...
but I also have a lot of books that I can also sell or trade in my read list. Just message me to request anything and let's see what I can do.
March 27, 2012
1000th DOWNLOAD MARK
I am so happy. I just calculated all the downloads of my works which can be seen on my Dashboard and it amounted to more than 1000 downloads in just three weeks. This is phenomenal. My gay stories are stellar and the most downloaded. So I guess short titillating stories full of erotic descriptions and nice twists full of gayness of course is a big thing. =P
I hope to write more. I will sample if this magical realism story of mine will be a hit too.
I hope to write more. I will sample if this magical realism story of mine will be a hit too.
Published on March 27, 2012 17:51
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1000, ebooks, gay, smashwords, stories
March 26, 2012
MY NEW PROJECT: EXISTENCIA
I currently started a new project called EXISTENCIA. It is a memoir of mine which instead of me who will do the talking, it will be my body parts speaking and who will be telling the story. It is a very ambitious project since I will tackle more than 200 body parts and fluids and other components of the body as well as psychology, pathology, physiology, medicine and spirituality. They will be scientifically accurate but erotically poetic too at the same time. It is the story of my sex life and also my life in general.
First in the series is ANATOMIA. Actually it is the second book but this is the one I am excited to write first. It starts with the journey of a sperm cell who entered me and a neutrophil, a phagocystic white blood cell guides him to the stories of my body through the bloodstream and other fluids. I hope it is interesting enough. Here is an excerpt so far which I started just a few hours ago:
I show Mirvan the world and let him see.
I am proud to say that I may be the most favorite part of Mirvan. With me he sees. He simply sees and you can whatever nouns, adjectives, adverbs, conjunctions, prepositions, interjections, verbs or whatever word you may like after the word ‘see’. Because I enable him to the see the grandeur the excellence of the universe. Without me, he will never know that God exists in the beauty of the universe, as if the word Beauty is made incarnate in every being and thing in this vastness of limitless universe. I let him see color, see the shades of gray and black and white, see the subtle unfolding of life and death and inanimate things in the cycling whirlwind dance of life. But most of all, I let him see his men. His many many many beautiful, handsome, gorgeous men. I let him pick and choose the one he will take as a lover each time he longs for sex and love and some lust or just plain horniness. One glance, one short glance of a second, I will tell him if this man is worth trying, worth making love with, worth dying for. One silent gaze on a picture I will tell him if this is the one who will be on the queer nest of his bed today. One hovering stare all over a passerby’s body and I will tell him if he should swallow his pride and take courage to tell the man that he wants to know him, to meet him or to just get fucked hard. Hard and pounding as he wanted it. I am the true master of the art of art appreciation. With me, he internalizes each man as if they are a sculpture or a painting by Klimt or Schiele, erotic and flagrant as if all the paints of the world has lent their hues and pigments on their skin, their eyes, the darkness of their hairs, the mysteries of their crotches. I am the veritable seer and the prophet, who know what to decide and to select the best of the best, the prime of the prime, and the ripest, most delectable meal for Mirvan to plunge his teeth on. He always follows my instructions. He always says thank you for showing him that the world is a place of attractive embellishments that the womb of creation has relentlessly unfolded. I am glad that he is glad. He takes care of me, protects me from the brightness of the sun and makes sure that I am always clear and vivid, so that I can always be the informer and the seeker of greater and more delicious delights. I am the great masterpiece of God donated to each living creature. I pity the lesser beings who do not possess me and my various incarnations. What to do when you cannot see the light or the moon or the sunset? What to do when you are color-blind or just simply blind? What is the meaning of life then if Beauty is not visible, if not sung in poetry and in prose or in art forms? What is it? I am the two globes which revolves around the sun the universe that is Mirvan and others are dependent of me, and respects me, loves me. They cannot forsake me for I am their Lucifer, Light-bringer. They cannot say anything bad to me lest I stare at them in condescension. I am never evil. Only at times when Mirvan is in ire and I become two slits of fury unknown, or sometimes it is as if I will be pushed out of my sacred nestling hollow because he will open me too much in shock or most of the time in pleasure. But sometimes I am also wet and viscous because of the sadness that pours out from me, the sting that makes him close me and just lie down and let it out. I become a red planet but as always, one look at a beautiful man and he opens up and becomes happy. He is happy when he sees them. I am happy when I see them. He is happy when he sees himself that he was also as beautiful or even more beautiful than some of the men he sees. He loves staring at his body parts and worships them too, a true vain person who loves himself as much he loves me. He loves to communicate with me and tell me secret things that the telepathy of me and my reflections, my two twin orbs can only comprehend. I say these words to others too without the help of the mouth or the gestures of the body. Just by being me I become a messenger of whatever Mirvan wants to say. But I am happiest when I see this certain person whom loved me too. That lover of Mirvan would look at me back so lovingly and so tenderly that I forget what I am, that I am not Mirvan himself. He would be reflected in my wholeness, a mirror of need and desire, a portrait of ecstasy and longing. Not many has taken time to look at me and contemplate me. Not many even know the complicated color scheme that I painted myself with. Not many. But this man, ah this man is different. He knows me most. He knows my color. And I am glad. I am glad that he loves Mirvan and even if it is not me, just let him stare at me back with the same relatives I have on him. Same to same. Love to love. Need to need. Desire to desire. Sight to sight.
First in the series is ANATOMIA. Actually it is the second book but this is the one I am excited to write first. It starts with the journey of a sperm cell who entered me and a neutrophil, a phagocystic white blood cell guides him to the stories of my body through the bloodstream and other fluids. I hope it is interesting enough. Here is an excerpt so far which I started just a few hours ago:
I show Mirvan the world and let him see.
I am proud to say that I may be the most favorite part of Mirvan. With me he sees. He simply sees and you can whatever nouns, adjectives, adverbs, conjunctions, prepositions, interjections, verbs or whatever word you may like after the word ‘see’. Because I enable him to the see the grandeur the excellence of the universe. Without me, he will never know that God exists in the beauty of the universe, as if the word Beauty is made incarnate in every being and thing in this vastness of limitless universe. I let him see color, see the shades of gray and black and white, see the subtle unfolding of life and death and inanimate things in the cycling whirlwind dance of life. But most of all, I let him see his men. His many many many beautiful, handsome, gorgeous men. I let him pick and choose the one he will take as a lover each time he longs for sex and love and some lust or just plain horniness. One glance, one short glance of a second, I will tell him if this man is worth trying, worth making love with, worth dying for. One silent gaze on a picture I will tell him if this is the one who will be on the queer nest of his bed today. One hovering stare all over a passerby’s body and I will tell him if he should swallow his pride and take courage to tell the man that he wants to know him, to meet him or to just get fucked hard. Hard and pounding as he wanted it. I am the true master of the art of art appreciation. With me, he internalizes each man as if they are a sculpture or a painting by Klimt or Schiele, erotic and flagrant as if all the paints of the world has lent their hues and pigments on their skin, their eyes, the darkness of their hairs, the mysteries of their crotches. I am the veritable seer and the prophet, who know what to decide and to select the best of the best, the prime of the prime, and the ripest, most delectable meal for Mirvan to plunge his teeth on. He always follows my instructions. He always says thank you for showing him that the world is a place of attractive embellishments that the womb of creation has relentlessly unfolded. I am glad that he is glad. He takes care of me, protects me from the brightness of the sun and makes sure that I am always clear and vivid, so that I can always be the informer and the seeker of greater and more delicious delights. I am the great masterpiece of God donated to each living creature. I pity the lesser beings who do not possess me and my various incarnations. What to do when you cannot see the light or the moon or the sunset? What to do when you are color-blind or just simply blind? What is the meaning of life then if Beauty is not visible, if not sung in poetry and in prose or in art forms? What is it? I am the two globes which revolves around the sun the universe that is Mirvan and others are dependent of me, and respects me, loves me. They cannot forsake me for I am their Lucifer, Light-bringer. They cannot say anything bad to me lest I stare at them in condescension. I am never evil. Only at times when Mirvan is in ire and I become two slits of fury unknown, or sometimes it is as if I will be pushed out of my sacred nestling hollow because he will open me too much in shock or most of the time in pleasure. But sometimes I am also wet and viscous because of the sadness that pours out from me, the sting that makes him close me and just lie down and let it out. I become a red planet but as always, one look at a beautiful man and he opens up and becomes happy. He is happy when he sees them. I am happy when I see them. He is happy when he sees himself that he was also as beautiful or even more beautiful than some of the men he sees. He loves staring at his body parts and worships them too, a true vain person who loves himself as much he loves me. He loves to communicate with me and tell me secret things that the telepathy of me and my reflections, my two twin orbs can only comprehend. I say these words to others too without the help of the mouth or the gestures of the body. Just by being me I become a messenger of whatever Mirvan wants to say. But I am happiest when I see this certain person whom loved me too. That lover of Mirvan would look at me back so lovingly and so tenderly that I forget what I am, that I am not Mirvan himself. He would be reflected in my wholeness, a mirror of need and desire, a portrait of ecstasy and longing. Not many has taken time to look at me and contemplate me. Not many even know the complicated color scheme that I painted myself with. Not many. But this man, ah this man is different. He knows me most. He knows my color. And I am glad. I am glad that he loves Mirvan and even if it is not me, just let him stare at me back with the same relatives I have on him. Same to same. Love to love. Need to need. Desire to desire. Sight to sight.
March 25, 2012
READING EBOOKS
I started reading ebooks to pass the time today. I like it because they are very accessible while I am working or writing here on my desktop computer. Besides I rarely have the time to lie down and read anymore. Aside from that, the ebook authors are really prolific and most of their really good stuff are offered for free or sold dirt cheap. I enjoy the wide variety of these international authors and I really want to be known as one also. i would not forget my roots. i started to write as an e-author and I would never abandon these very profitable and inspiring business.
So for now, I will read some free ebooks offered on Smashwords. It would be so fun. I haven't finished a book in days. The Night Circus is a very good read but it is taking me forever to read it.
Goodbye for now then.
So for now, I will read some free ebooks offered on Smashwords. It would be so fun. I haven't finished a book in days. The Night Circus is a very good read but it is taking me forever to read it.
Goodbye for now then.
March 24, 2012
WHAT I DID YESTERDAY
Well, yesterday, I finished another longer piece called A Taste of Ken Chan available for free in my Smashwords profile. I also learned that three of my books are way beyond the 100th download mark where two of them actually exceeded 150 downloads. I am so happy. =P I think my success as an author is slowly unfolding.
Keep reading my fans. I try to satisfy the tastes of all people.
Thank you and please leave a comment or anything at all. I want to be seen as a very approachable author.
Keep reading my fans. I try to satisfy the tastes of all people.
Thank you and please leave a comment or anything at all. I want to be seen as a very approachable author.
March 23, 2012
MY SIMPLE MARKETING STRATEGY
Very easy:
1. Make ebooks in Smashwords.
2. Have deals with other ebook publishers like Flipreads or Blurb or Lulu.
3. Make an effort to contact a real publisher.
4. Make a blog.
5. Religiously add friends and ask them to follow you or become your fan.
6. Make friends with authors and your fans and make sure you are updated.
7. Promote your books at your Facebook, Twitter and others.
8. Reply to emails.
9. Subscribe to review blogs and other websites that caters to writers.
10. Keep your profile updated and interesting always.
11. Write and read reviews of other writers.
12. Give out promos and freebies.
13. Join a poetry and short story site like Allpoetry and Storywrite.
14. Join Book clubs online or in real life.
15. Talk to actual bookstores regarding the potential consignment of your books.
That is all I can think of now and all these have been tried and tested by me so no problem with promoting it.
Always read my blog. I give out very important info.
1. Make ebooks in Smashwords.
2. Have deals with other ebook publishers like Flipreads or Blurb or Lulu.
3. Make an effort to contact a real publisher.
4. Make a blog.
5. Religiously add friends and ask them to follow you or become your fan.
6. Make friends with authors and your fans and make sure you are updated.
7. Promote your books at your Facebook, Twitter and others.
8. Reply to emails.
9. Subscribe to review blogs and other websites that caters to writers.
10. Keep your profile updated and interesting always.
11. Write and read reviews of other writers.
12. Give out promos and freebies.
13. Join a poetry and short story site like Allpoetry and Storywrite.
14. Join Book clubs online or in real life.
15. Talk to actual bookstores regarding the potential consignment of your books.
That is all I can think of now and all these have been tried and tested by me so no problem with promoting it.
Always read my blog. I give out very important info.
Published on March 23, 2012 18:47
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ANOTHER STORY REACHED THE 100TH MARK
Another story of mine which I just released yesterday surprisingly got 100 plus downloads already. Oh my God!!!!!!!!! I am getting so popular =P To view this story, please click the link below:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
Thanks for all thos readers and fans who supported me =P
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
Thanks for all thos readers and fans who supported me =P
PROMO FREE BOOKS BY ME
Since both of my stories were downloaded more than 100 times just a week after the release date, I am giving out all my books for free. just send me a message and all the books you would like to have all written by me. This will only last three days as I have decided. Please contact me soon if interested.
Here are the list:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
and here in Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/author/list/...
Here are the list:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
and here in Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/author/list/...
The Cyphiliac's 4L Diaries
The author of several gay poetry and fiction r.a. sputnikoi, a young writer, painter, artist, polyglot, mad man and genius shares his most intimate thoughts on Love, Lust, Life and Literature, hence t
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