How a biography appeared

I have been writing to the table since twelve. It all started like this: I came from school and wrote a short note about how my day passed. Sometimes these were short notes about how Alexei and Cyril and I rode from the hill, sometimes I wrote romantic notes on how I helped to drag the portfolio of Elena after school, and we held hands all the way to the house.

Then I abandoned this business and did not conduct records, I learned only to quickly print, corresponding a lot with different people. In the army, the desire to keep diaries resumed, and with such force that people involuntarily began to notice that I was constantly writing something. Some mocked, and some, seeing that I was keeping diaries every day, asked in their book to indicate such and such a character.

But I did not write a book - I complained to myself in diaries about the hardships and deprivation of military service, about my mental state, wrote about dreams - about what I would do after the service. The diaries quickly accumulated and it became more difficult to hide. I ordered new ones from the house, and sent the scribbled home. After some time, already at home, I found these diaries and began to read.

But it turned out that I did not want to do work from these diaries - because there were complaints and nagging, which I myself was very unpleasant and uninteresting to read. Rather, self -diagnosis that helped me to stay among a motley society, and not a useful material with which you can work.

Therefore, I tore them and threw them out. But this experience was important - after I got rid of the diaries, I realized that you can write big works - more than to write five lines at a time, in one day. I also began to understand that stories can be made more voluminous, add details, objects, situations, conversations and moods there. After a few more years, I decided to write a whole book.

I wrote this book during my main office work - I wanted to write a biography about Bob Marley. I fell out of reality for eight hours and piled over the text, forgetting about the work in the office that should be made. I was called to the carpet and asked why my effectiveness is rapidly falling? But she was only gaining. Finally, the draft was ready and for a long time I did not come up to him, not knowing how to structure all this and make it cleanly, readable, interesting.

It just turns out that I can only work under pressure - either this is an army where it is not allowed to engage in creativity, or it is an office work where it is not allowed to do creativity, and now, I lost my job, was left without money and was on the verge of a gap with my soulmate. There was little money left, a month was drawing to a close and I perfectly understood that the money would end, and very soon - and then, emptiness.

A new month will come and you need to make mandatory expenses - I was left without food, communications and housing. There was no hope for the best, no one called for work. It was a dead end. Therefore, I did not come up with anything better than buying the last money that I have left for the last week, a bottle of cognac, and finish the book. There was nothing to lose, there was nowhere to go.

And I finished it. And then everything somehow recovered by itself and I printed it, giving it away to my friends. Leading publishers refused me to print this work - since there is a lot of things that do not pass by censorship. Therefore, I found an independent publishing house that agreed to print several copies - I handed them to my loved ones. So it turned out a job that I could be proud of.

All the time while I was immersed in the book, I walked on the heels of Bob Marley and experienced every take -off and every fall with him. And when the time came to write the final part, about death, I burst into tears - so his life and his path with me resonated. Very soon the film “Bob Marley: One Love” is released - this is the Bayopic director Reynaldo Marcus Green, dedicated to Bob Marley’s life: from his ascent to glory to death.

I will timid this post to the release of Hollywood cinema. I devote this work to an outstanding artist. Jah Plastafarai. The author of the cover: Jan Gasek.