The beginning

There are stories in my head since… forever.

I was writing when I was really young and – surprisingly – I was appreciated. I even won some small writing competitions at the time! Then… I grew up. Suddenly, I couldn’t find time to write anymore. The stories were still in my head, but…  no time, no energy, no mood to sit down and just write them.

I used to dream that when I’ll be retired I’ll have a nice quiet house and plenty of time to write. Then, I started to hope I’ll win the lottery and I’ll have a lot of time to write without worrying about the money, the bills, the job.

Recently I realized that I should do it right now. I should struggle to find time and energy, I should fight for my dream. And here is the beginning…