It was more like a necessity than wanting a new hobby. At some point, trying to write fiction became a natural extension of my professional activity – illustration, which was starting to feel stale.
I wanted to try science-fiction.
Carrying only some humble literary baggage, I put down a couple of pages about space and ant-men. I hated it and threw it all away.
It wasn’t until one year later , when I joined a writing group and had to actually finish a story every two months, that things actually happened. I was writing and this time I stuck to it. Then I noticed that in this writing I was also processing the chaotic data flooding of reality around me and exorcising some personal demons. I guess that’s why I really don’t want to stop now. When you find a way to do that, and it becomes more like therapy than escapism, then I think you’re onto something.
Unfortunately, I don’t know how frequently I’ll be writing fiction in English. But to counterbalance that, I’ll try to update the blog with short reviews of films, books and games.
Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!