Praise for “Tangle of Choices”

Few things can make an indie author happier than a glowing review. I am not saying that famous and bestselling writers don’t care when they receive praise for their books, but still, I’ll allow myself the boldness to assume that there is a certain difference. Moreover, when the review comes from someone you admire, the... Continue Reading →

“Only Sometimes” by Felicia Blaedel

“Only Sometimes” by Felicia Blaedel is an incredibly warm and intense story of two people in search of equilibrium among the turbulent sea of life. While it has all the elements of a true love story that will please romance readers, it also offers a deep insight into its characters’ personalities. I liked Niko so... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary,

“What greater gift than the love of a cat.” Don’t blame me, Charles Dickens said that. But I wholeheartedly agree with the great writer. I only smile when people say that cats are a modern social media sensation. Cats had won their place among people – or should I say, their throne – long before... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary,

I hope you don’t mind that today I take a break from time-travelling and tell you about something that happened recently and not decades ago. My life now mainly revolves around writing and self-publishing. Thanks to my husband I joined Twitter a year ago. How he convinced me that it was a good idea, is... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary,

I was blessed with the happiest of childhoods. My parents loved me and spent time with me. My aunt – my guardian angel – took care of my every need. My two other aunts pampered me whenever I came to stay with them. The phrase “let’s go to the beach” was a synonym to “let’s... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary,

By the age of seventeen, I’d already gotten too intimately acquainted with the transient nature of life. I hadn’t even pulled through the teenage years before I lost my best friend, my first admirer, and my father. None of these losses was what one could call a natural course of life. Don’t get me wrong,... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary,

I was either writing or reading something since I was thirteen. I published my first novel when I was forty. I hadn’t written anything in between for over a decade. I’m still trying to understand where along the road I took the wrong bend. My mom’s sister was a member of our family. She came... Continue Reading →

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