Literary journey of an office career escapee
I have never been afraid of flying. For the first time, I boarded a plane when I wasn’t even two. I travelled regularly until I started school at seven, and despite the experience wasn’t always smooth and easy – if you flew in propeller planes in the 80ies, then you know – when I climbed... Continue Reading →
“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.” Oprah Winfrey has nailed it. Besides it’s being true in general, it is like this specifically for indie authors and their friends. To be honest, dear Diary... Continue Reading →
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my darling, and please know that our story of love is just a pathetic trope in modern literature called insta-love.” If anything, it would at least be a rather original congratulation on Valentine’s Day. My husband would definitely appreciate the humour if we didn’t discuss it so many times, so the topic... Continue Reading →
It feels like I’ve forgotten how to relax. My brain resists being left in peace even for a day, let alone for a week. And that is right when I’ve decided to give myself a break: a week after I finished the draft of my book. It seemed a great idea to let it rest... Continue Reading →
School wasn’t nice. There wasn’t anything particularly horrible about it. Except for a few dark episodes, not connected with the school itself but with people’s inability to handle global changes in a decent manner, it was okay. The problem was that I just wasn’t there. I don’t mean physically. There was a short period of... Continue Reading →
I have an issue with trains. It’s not that I don’t like them. The thing is that I had spent too much time in them. Every day, for nine years, I took a train to get to school and then back from it. Besides, it took about twenty minutes to walk from the station to... Continue Reading →
The sweetest word for a writer – “the end”. I typed it today, and, honestly, the emotions that filled me were incredible. I felt joy, energy, and drive. I felt that if I could do that – write a book – I am capable of doing absolutely anything. And that wasn’t the first book I’ve... Continue Reading →
Indie authors are tough. Indie authors have grown a natural armour. Indie authors are immune to criticism attacks – those at least who have stepped over the shock of publishing the first book and went on publishing more. Indie authors are used to many things that are hurtful, disappointing, and generally soul-destroying. There is one... Continue Reading →
“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 →
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 →
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