When I grow up...

I was 8 years old when I decided what I wanted to do when I grow up. I had a friend who lived in the same apartment building - it was the most wonderful friendship I experienced in my life – and together we dreamt a lot. We dreamt about places we wanted to visit, about mountains we wanted to climb, we even designed a car that will take us for all those adventures…. and as soon as we learned how to write we started to document those dreams and soon afterwards we found ourselves writing short stories that eventually got longer and longer.

We both fell in love with writing. It gave us wonderful opportunity to unleash our imagination and expand our visions. We couldn’t get enough of planning where will takes our heroes next and what will have them experience. It was truly unforgettable time in my life… until the day my best friend got sick and passed away. She was only 10 years old.

My world crushed down. It was writing once again that helped me overcome this difficult time. I wrote every spare minute I had. I wrote for both of us. It brought much needed relief first and later also great artistic satisfaction. And at that time I decided I wanted to be a writer.

I had my first newspaper article published at the age of 11 and remained writing for papers for 10 following years. Then I returned back to fiction and had several short stories published in various magazines. I also experimented with screenwriting for a while and then at last went back to writing novels. I am currently working on a fairy tale story where my hero has to overcome numerous obstacles to save a “World of Dreams” and hoping to have it published within next year.

As long as I enjoy writing my friend will never be forgotten.