Have you ever thought about the adult the younger version of yourself imagined you would be? I thought I would live in a London flat with my husband and at least a few children. My life isn’t anything similar to what I thought when I was little. Honestly, I was sad about that for a ...

It happened to me. No, I am not writing about #whammageddon, although that did happen on December 11th, 2020. According to the rules, I heard it on the radio at work, so it was fair play and random. What happened is much more serious. In a year that we are all struggling to get through, ...

When I write for someone else, it definitely adds pressure on me to deliver my best work. I often doubt the final submission. Will it be good enough? Is it going to be rejected? Will I have to make a lot of changes for the publisher to accept it?

I spent weeks writing this short story. Editing and revising it, until it was crisp and polished. My instructor loved it. My peers loved it…hell, even my family loved it. I dig up the courage and I submit it to a magazine that publishes similar stories. Then, I wait with bated breath for three days. ...