How I became a writer. Part 7

How I became a writer. Part 7 

I never thought I would ever be a published writer. Never in my life did I think I would have books/novels to sell.   

It all started in 1998-1999 in Bali Indonesia. Not getting into relationships and all, I took some time from the business that my family owned and went on vacation to Bali to see a woman I had met. This was before the time of Google and simple searches, so I found out she was a model and a writer once I arrived in Bali. She had written a few novels and many movie scripts over the years. These scripts and novels were made into big-screen movies and soap operas. 

Bali was and is beautiful, but one cannot hang out at the beach or eat all day. She had to work; I could only relax so much before I needed to do something.  

I bought myself a few hardcover notebooks and began to write how I thought scripts should go.  

Int. Scene 1 day. John’s house… Well, it started out something like that and the rest followed. It was a simple story about three families and one about a father and his daughters. I wrote and wrote by hand in this notebook. I rather enjoyed it. Slowly the notebook filled up and what I thought was one episode was finished. 

I had no idea how long it was because I didn’t count the words and I was printing in the book by hand so counting the pages was somewhat unrealistic as the pages were not full size.  

I still remember the cover of the notebooks. They were shiny black with white lines and a red sort of tape covering the spine. They were smooth to the touch, they had a white label on the front where I wrote “Episode 1, Four Seasons” Yes that was also some famous book at the time, but I didn’t know.  

I finished episode one and went on and on.  One episode turned into 13 episodes until my vacation was over. Not because I was so fast but because my two-week vacation turned into a six-month one and in between, I learned to write. Oh, and I also purchased a laptop.  

The best part was, months later I was able to sell the scripts. But would they produce it? 

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Published by Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.

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