Storytelling as a challenge
I can make a story out of anything. I mean, REALLY. Anything.
Once I saw a really stupid question: "My girlfriend started throwing sprotni at me. Now the room is stinky. What should I do?"
I saw a whole short story in front of my eyes, so I wrote it.
Or once I saw a kohlrabi growing between the rails. I mean, it was such a WTF experience that I had to think about how that poor kohlrabi must feel. What is its purpose in life? Would it rather rot there, or would it prefer someone to pick it up and put it in a soup?
So I wrote a story about it too, with two possible endings.
I mean, even if it's only a poor kohlrabi, it has its own free will, doesn't it?
Not like it has anything to do, but it can still hope to have a purpose.
Now, as I was walking back and forth in my room, throwing a ball against the wall, I started thinking: how does a tennis ball feel when, instead of being used for its original purpose, it ends up in a dog's stinky, slobbery mouth, getting chewed?
I wouldn't be happy if I were a tennis ball, honestly.
Sometimes I get the most unexpected ideas in the most unexpected situations.
But honestly, what I enjoy the most is writing on request. But only when someone is REALLY HONEST.
When they really tell me what they want. The hidden desire behind the idea they're ashamed to say out loud, even in a room where they're completely alone and no one can hear them.
Because behind every idea, there are hidden desires.
Not necessarily shameful—but something people feel ashamed of.
I love knowing that hidden motivation. That's when I do my best work. That's the biggest challenge, and that's what drives me.
It's like a mind game I love playing.