Y’all, I am SO. MUCH. LESS. AGITATED! I still have anxiety out the wazoo, but I’m used to dealing with anxiety out the wazoo. The agitation was making me insane, though. A crisis every five minutes! No, you can’t even…
Y’all, I am SO. MUCH. LESS. AGITATED! I still have anxiety out the wazoo, but I’m used to dealing with anxiety out the wazoo. The agitation was making me insane, though. A crisis every five minutes! No, you can’t even…
Continuing the fairy tale I wrote in Czech and am translating into English for fun. You might be able to just jump in here with part 5, but if you want to start from the beginning, all the previous parts…
Continuing the fairy tale I wrote in Czech and am translating into English for fun. If you want to start from the beginning, all the previous parts are here: The Proud Princess and the Masked Mage. Otherwise maybe you can…
After FOREVER, I’m continuing the fairy tale that I found which I wrote in Czech and started translating into English in short bits just for fun! If you want to start from the beginning, the first part is here: The…
I’m actually not in a good mood, just FAKING IT TILL I MAKE IT, y’all! So! Allow me to share stuff that makes me smile (or at least not barf): When I’m in a good mood, I love to mock…
So! My foray into writing poetic filth is free for another few days (till Friday, March 8th), and NO, that alliteration was not intentional. Which means if you’re into things like my attempts to write pretty prose about a sexy,…
Here’s something so freaking stupid I did yesterday instead of working and now I’m like WHAT WAS I THINKING (maybe you can guess): Here is an article that spoke to me and is something I’ve been trying to express to…
Stupidly, I was discussing book covers with another author, saying that I prefer people on covers rather than the boring, non-peopled covers, and yet readers prefer non-peopled ones (the author mentioned had done a poll asking a FB group of…
Life update first: No fainting in the tram this week, guys, and no flu, so good times π I went to the dentist yesterday, though. Him: “If your tooth hurts longer than two weeks, call. Don’t wait a month.” OR…

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When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.