“There is no greater agony
than bearing an untold story inside you.“

Maya Angelou

The morning starts with the obligatory cup of coffee, dark chocolate and the perfect melody of Rhapsody in Blue… Ah, those wonderful moments, when you are surrounded by treats, looking intently at the blank page. Writing is much like giving birth…Coffee helps. Collaboration helps, that’s why I am actively seeking for adherents, because teamwork somehow boosts my sense of humor, and it is legendary. But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for: that reliable, positive person who will be deeply involved in playing with me. That person with whom we will start a game, which will be an addiction, an indulgement, an obsession, and we will be joining efforts together every minute of every day to eventually see our story comes to life...Well, dedicated literary partners are as hard to find as in-love material.

So I keep calm and play with myself – I have an enchanting little blog…which I disclose whispering in your ear. They’ve told me my blog has to be read twice for the reader to know what happens…I think that’s fascinating.

Besides blogging, I am working on several books… and the heap is getting bigger every month, but I simply have trouble finishing them, because I get a little disappointed around the middle. Why? Because of all the things in the world I can’t create conflict. Having a rather harmonious personality, I can’t “kill my darlings” as Steven King proposes as a writing approach. In normal books, people climb the hill and stand there and sing: “Hooray!” Well, my characters are sitting on the top of the hill and crying from joy “Hooray!” the entire time, nothing bad ever happens to them…besides my scenes are like…the main character and ally boiling eggs together…

But then I am talented and prolific. I do not want to boast, but I am in the point of my life when talent is about to bump into experience, and something beautiful will spring out.

This is why I need a dashing writing buddy. Or several of them. I have created and populated this imaginary world, a beautiful magickal planet, with Enchanted Forests, Golden Rivers and Houses made of mushrooms, princesses and kings, and royals and their desires, and Gods and Goddesses, and elves, and dwarves, and fairies, and witches, and wizards, and for that matter unicorns, and fairy tale folk. Shapeshifters, magick wands, and sorceresses are welcome, as well as pendants and bracelets of different powers, and swords with names…oh!

And I want to write romance-vanilla stories which take place there.

I am painfully creative. I need help!