After great strain and effort, I have managed to write the synopsis for my upcoming book.  I am terrible at summarizing anything in more than three words. My summaries of things usually fall under three replies.  First: “wow that sucked,” second: “meh” and third “SO AWESOME!”

Having to summarize my own work without giving away major spoilers or plot points has been tough. I paid a professional writer a bit of money to do it for me and, let’s just say that for my summary of his summary I had to use all three words.

I am new to the self-publishing world.  I am new to the industry and pretty much everything pertaining to it.  But, I think I have learned one very important lesson in my journey so far.  Do It Yourself.  Why?  Because no one cares about your work except you.  That sounds a bit mean, so let me elaborate.  For the most part, freelancers and companies are in the business of making money.  That is what they do.  You are a number to them.  Their job is to give you as satisfactory of a product in the least amount of time while, simultaneously, charging you as much as possible for that time. So yes, the summary that I had paid for was written well.  But it was SO BORING!  It lacked passion, fire and, most importantly, personality.

So, here is what I wrote:

Bimbly is a Halfling Wizard with an uncanny talent to hate everything. Poozik is a Dwarven Berserker with an insatiable appetite and an awful memory. They occasionally team up and… perform menial tasks like counting houses and fixing water pumps.

No, wait! There is action in this story too.  Infinite Paradox Corporation invade the land and attempt to assume control. There are also pirates, wizards, interns and dragons. There is a Dragon! That automatically makes this book awesome.

Fine! I’ll try another approach.


As darkness looms over the world, an evil Death Lord asserts himself upon the pinnacle of the Black Tower. His shadow stretched across the land and consumes the souls of the unsuspecting and the innocent. Only two reluctant heroes stand between darkness and the light. Two heroes of heroism and justice hold the line and…

No. Sorry, I can’t do this. The first description was way more on point.  I promise it’s a lot more entertaining than it sounds. Buy the book, judge for yourself.


Yes, it doesn’t summarize much, but I believe that it captures the personality of my upcoming book.  I hope that people will read it and, obviously, like it.  Misery of a Halfling will be the first book in a series called Chronicles of Bimbly. I hope to release the it in August, so please keep an eye out.

What’s up?

What’s going on now? Good question, totally worthy of a blog post. I am sitting in front of my computer screen while drawing a blank. Let me tell you, this blank is the most beautiful blank I have ever seen!

Seriously though, I want to write a dedication page for my first book. I want to dedicate my work to my son, my wife, my parents, friends, co-workers and people I barely know. I would like to go as far as to dedicate my book to some fictional characters that have influenced my writing.

Sure, you may say that if I fancy myself a writer I should just write this stuff and it should be awesome. Or you may suggest to just write from the heart. Well! You know what?! My heart is not a very good word smith and my brain lacks the certain el passion. Right now, it seems, they are mad at each other and refuse to cooperate.

In other news, I’m still waiting for the cover to arrive while trying to rework my site from a strictly photography business page to something that better reflects what I’m currently doing. I would like to keep my photography work somewhere though. As I have said in my previous post, I don’t want to give up on it and I feel if I take down my portfolio in its entirety, I admit defeat.

Well, now that the events of my recent past have been thoroughly summarized, I’m getting back to my pondering.


Changes are Coming

And so, life happened.  Last post and update that I had officially made to my photography portfolio has been in October of 2015.  “Serge, what the gosh darn heck?” you may be asking.  Your answer lies in the first sentence of this post.  But I owe my followers an answer.  So, I will tell you what happened!  I found out that I was going to be a father.

I fought valiantly against corporate greed and seduction of time sucking activities.  But, when it came time to help my wonderful wife to prepare for the birth of our amazing son, there was no battle to fight.  Do I still love photography?  Yes, I do.  Am I planning on returning to this wonderful medium?  Less planning, more hoping.

So, what have I been doing with my life?  Well, I have been writing a story.  “SERGE!” you may yell, “HOW CAN YOU WRITE AND NOT TAKE PHOTOS?!”  That is elementary, my dear reader, I write on the train if I manage to stay awake.

Writing has been my passion since early childhood.  I always felt inspired and had ideas twirling around in my head like tiny little ballerinas.  But twirling was all they did.  Not until August 6th, 2013 could I put together ideas and thoughts into one coherent package.  What happened August 6th?  I decided to play a joke on my friend and I started a blog called Chronicles of Bimbly.

Little by little my audience and my content grew.  What started out as a joke lead to well over a thousand pages of verse, poetry and pictures.  This is also the reason that I will be rebranding my site and social media to not just reflect my photography work, but also my writing.  Mainly my writing for the next foreseeable future.

When I started with photography, I was completely clueless about the industry and the challenges that I had to overcome.  All I had to go on were my skills the following advices I heard either from my parents or some cheesy TV show: fake it till you make it, practice makes perfect and when taking each picture, take it with intent of making others weep with joy when they look at it.

Now, as a completely green, about-to-be-self-published author, I am entering the book industry with about as much information and guidance as I had with my photography.  I was told that I had to have a blog to help my readers connect with me.  So, here goes nothing.

Well?  What are you waiting for?  Start connecting!

Serge Sanin


The more time I spend on the internet the more frustration I find towards these horrible things called selfies. Let’s start from the beginning. What is a selfie? A selfie, is a picture someone takes of themselves and posts it onto a social media site. It is, in my opinion, a way for pretty people to get other people’s opinion on how pretty they are. So if the selfie craze started of someone taking just a quick picture of them at a certain location, then now we are at a point where people just stand in their bathroom and take a picture of their abs or rear ends.

Ladies, you know how there is this big problem going on with women being treated as objects, not given equal rights, and pretty much used only as an eye candy and stuff? Yeah, these selfies of you in a G-string are really not helping. And yet, the funny thing is that if any of these women would catch a guy doing a bit of window shopping, they would be offended. Why? WHY? You are the equivalent of, showing all your goods for the world to see, so why get offended when someone does it in front of you?

But hey, I’m not the one to preach. I genuinely would like to understand what is to be gained by these photos. Are modelling agency scouts out on the hunt in Instagram for the hot human population? Is this how Hollywood is recruiting? If it is, that would certainly explain the ever-growing decline in acting abilities. “Hi my name is Doesn’tmatter, I never acted before, but it is my dream to be on the silver screen. Just look at my butt! It belongs there!” I mean if this is the mentality, then I’m actually afraid for humans as a species.

In conclusion of this glorious rant, all I would like to say is that I am not a hater. I think that selfies, just like everything else, can be smart, witty, and inspirational just as much as dumb, demeaning and plain stupid. It just makes me sad to see so many talented women fighting to be noticed for their intelligence rather than their T&A.

As always thanks for reading.


Someone recently asked me: “Serge what is your endgame?”  I was very confused by the question.  Obviously, my endgame is to be rich and famous, living on top of a mountain in Tibet.  I will own a twelve story mansion with my family.  I will have high speed internet access and American cable.  I want to own a llama, a motorcycle, a photo studio, a martial arts dojo, and seventeen 120 inch televisions.  The temperature of the mansion will adjust pending on my mood.  I won’t even get into my preferences for a computer system.  Let’s just say I want to own Skynet (this is for those Terminator fans out there).  After spending another half an hour listing my end of life requirements, I was rather rudely interrupted.  What the person actually meant was my endgame for my role as a photographer.  I don’t see how the above things don’t apply but fine.

My endgame for me as a photographer is not to sell out.  It also includes an overwhelming desire to not run out of creativity, passion and drive.  Like any artist I want my work not to go unnoticed or underappreciated.  It is my dream to be able to be a photographer as my career and doing what I love for a living.  But sometimes I wonder if that is actually possible.

Oscar Wilde had a great quote: “Everything in moderation, including moderation.”  What I am trying to say is that I do not know if I would enjoy photography the same way if it was something that I relied on in order to sustain my family and myself.  I believe that in that particular situation you do not work on your own terms.  You have to take jobs that you normally wouldn’t simply because you need the money.  And suddenly you see your passion turn just into another job.  You wake up groggy, shop for caffeine in Costco on a weekly basis, and finding yourself thinking about the awesome green lawn on the other side of the fence.

Despite everything I still find myself desperately wishing for that life.  I want to see one of my photographs on a cover of a magazine.  I want to grab my camera every morning and go have fun rather than go to work.  I want to sit back in an armchair of my own studio and look at the walls that display my life’s work.  So I will desperately strive to reach my goal as a photographer.  The other one would be great too, but one thing at a time.