feisty mind

Between reality and imagination, I am many things: an aspiring author, a mother, a sportswoman, an ambitious corporate professional. This is not a perfectly curated life — it’s messy (and I hope you enjoy it) — because some of us weren’t built for still waters.

Here is where I lay it all down: the questions that haunt me, the quiet truths that won’t let go, the books that change me, the words that keep me awake at night, and the worlds I long to live in.

Feisty mind. Restless soul. Always moving toward the next chapter.

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  • Sitting with discomfort

    Being able to sit with discomfort should get you medals. And choosing to surrender control and sit there anyway, not knowing the end, that’s next-level bravery. This is technically a 2026 problem, but now that I’ve seen it on the horizon, I need time to think. To overthink. To spiral a little and prepare myself

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  • Joint words

    There are sentences that take up residence in my mind. Authors, books, lyrics – they put a string of words together and suddenly it becomes essential. I can’t live without that phrase echoing inside me, I’m done for. It’s boardline obsessive how much I think about certain sentences. And the worst (or best) part? I

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  • Out of the confort zone

    I hate it with all my being — the waiting, the buildup, the excruciating preparation. The more space I give it in my head, the bigger and uglier it becomes. So I try to downplay it. I tell myself it’s not a big thing, that it’s fine. But then the anxiety settles in anyway, staying

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  • There’s no title

    Maybe, just maybe, I need to let the words out.But words shouldn’t be released.Words should stay inside, for the sake of everyone else. I could scream.I could let everything spill out from my clogged pores.But then again… adulthood.My most detested hood, without a doubt. Being an adult means knowing the consequences, and worse, caring about

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  • And then you blink

    And more than a month passed without writing — at least, without writing here. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been deep in the Story Genius practice. I now have a nearly complete blueprint — in bullet points and ideas — for not one but two books. I’m currently working through the final exercise: drafting

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  • Fall

    Yesterday evening I’ve fallen in love with Tristan Miles in Paris. I’ve slept less two hours than I should for that. And today I am back to rainy Amsterdam, an impossible jet lag and my two wild kids. Reality is difficult, reality post-vacations is dreadful. So I have books, and while I have books I

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  • Premonitions

    I would not call it exactly a premonition, but sometimes I know, somewhere in my gut, that certain things are going to happen. I knew the day my mother tried to kill herself. I was at the bottom of the stairs, all dressed up to have my birthday lunch with my father, and when she

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  • Scotland

    A part of my soul resides in Scotland, it’s now my belief. After another 5 days of driving in the Highlands, I can confirm this will not be the last time I do it. Actually, this was the second time of many that will follow. It is unclear at this point whether it is the

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  • Another month, another book

    Still not feeling ready to move, I may be procrastinating. But nearly zero words were written again.I want to believe, since the story keeps brewing in my mind, that this is the process of the first book. The following books will move faster, right?

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  • Soulful lines

    There’s nothing more life-consuming than an idea when you only have one.It’s scary, really, the time you spend thinking about the same thing over and over again until there’s nothing else.

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