When I was twelve, I finished my first book: eighty-two A4 hand-written pages. But as I was growing up, I had to overcome well-meant prejudices against the life of a writer, and I lost focus for a couple of decades. Now, I have finally come to terms with what I really want to do in life and have taken up what Paulo Coelho calls the good fight.
I have a PhD in molecular biology; I worked shortly as an assistant editor at a scientific publisher and, later on, as a researcher. I don’t lament the road I chose. I learned and experienced much, and this is not a bad thing for a writer.
I passed through Canada when I was ten . A decade ago, I left behind a life in magical Istanbul. I also stayed for a while in charming little Denmark. Today, I live with my husband and little boy in southern Germany within an earshot of a spirited brook that flows among hills where buzzards roam in languid circles. Yup, it’s this poetic and much quieter than ever before.
The genre with the greatest creative pull for me is long-form speculative fiction, but I also write the occasional short story. At the moment, I’m revising a duology of fantasy novels (read more about it here).