Hello. My name is Renata and I’m an author. Just want to get this out there before we start. And to start? Well, I’m not really sure where to start really. But here it goes.

I fell in love with reading when I was young, and my feelings have only grown ever since. Right to the point where I would read anything I could get my hands on, just for the sake of reading something. This turned out to be a good thing. My views have broadened concerning a lot of things, and I feel I’ve learnt a lot, even from books you wouldn’t believe.

This, of course, does not mean that I love everything I’ve read. I have my own favorites regarding genre, story, and style. But I give the chance equally to all. And since I have been blessed with quite an active imagination, it was in no time that I became inspired by something, and tried my hand at writing myself.

At first, this was solely for my own pleasure. It was a way I could express myself in a world where I felt my voice didn’t really count. So I wrote for me, building my world word for word. And it was varied, and colorful, and raw. I had no idea what I was doing. But I didn’t need to. I was happy with it anyway.

But then life happened, and pushed all of it in the background. My focus shifted to responsibilities and making a living. Learning, working, witnessing the world through adult eyes. But still, I would return to my stories time and time again, rethinking and rewriting the old ideas, and starting new ones. But sadly, very little of them ever got to be finished. It just wasn’t a priority. And so, time passed on, and dust started to settle on my world of words.

Fast forward to this summer, when finally the idea came that I should publish some of my work. Why now? Why only now? I have no idea. But I console myself thinking that this is how it was meant to be. So I’ve looked over all that I have written through the years, and chose the participants to my first endeavor.

Thinking back, it was an easy pick. Like I said, most of the stuff I began haven’t been finished later. But beside my stories, there were also poems. Quite a lot of them, actually. So I decided to start with them. I dusted them off and gave them a glossy finish. Put them in a form I would show off to the world.

And now they are finally out there for the world to see, a first piece of my imaginary land. But there is still a lot left unsaid, and I am hoping that this first step will motivate me to come forth with many more in time. This has been a dream come true for me. And I want to work hard to keep this dream alive.

They say the first step is always the hardest, and I have now taken it. But still, what comes next is not entirely clear, and I have a lot of things left to figure out. I know there will be a lot of trips and bruises before I will learn to run. But I’m trying my best because this is truly what I want to do. I want to be an author. So here I am.