Dear Diary,

Would you guess the most bittersweet word that causes a storm in every indie author’s heart? Do you know what holds the power to make shivers run down an indie author’s spine? What can bring on heat and cold in quick succession and trigger controversial emotions from sticky dread to the purest exhilaration? If you... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary,

I was raised by two feminists. Of course, neither my mom nor my aunt ever considered themselves as such, but the fact remains. They both were strong, independent women, and didn’t follow the rules society imposed on them if it didn’t suit them. They didn’t do what was expected from them, while at the same... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary,

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 →

Dear Diary,

“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 →

Dear Diary,

“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 →

Dear Diary,

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 →

Dear Diary,

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 →

Dear Diary,

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 →

Dear Diary,

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 →

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