I think some people would say that I act a little weird from time to time. They don't understand what I do and why I do it to begin with. Maybe they don't care, who knows? So, here it is: I'm not normal. I'm weird. There, I said it. But, isn't it true that in this world we all need to be a bit crazy, a bit 'not normal'?

Writing and reading can be a lot - distraction, therapy, fun, escapism. Sometimes I wonder why I got hooked on the urban fantasy genre and why I write. Which one is it? Fun? Therapy? Escapism? I honestly don't know. I only know what it feels like to write. When I write, it feels like I can create whole worlds just by myself. It feels like I can face truths and see things that aren't really there like no one else. It's an addiction I can't get rid of, and I love it.

The thing I love most in stories is when the main character is not entirely good or flawless. Makes it all bit more realistic, more 'human.'

Did you ever wake up from a dream and thought it had all really happened? As in for real? So much so that you couldn't tell reality and dream apart? - I did. I woke once from a nightmare. In the nightmare I was lying in bed and something terrible happened around me. It was as if the dream merged with reality in the exact moment I woke up. And for a moment I couldn't tell dream and reality apart. One of the scariest things that ever happened to me.
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