I wrote since I’ve discovered the alphabet. My first writings were short stories for school.
That was the moment when it all started. When I was a kid, my dad was reading to me Greek legends and I remember that they fascinated me tremendously. On the other hand, my mum was telling me stories from the Russian and Romanian folklore, so I guess that was the reason that developed my crazy imagination.
I was always picturing in my mind mystical Gods and fearless heroes.
My first “serious” attempt of writing was actually an essay inspired by the novel written by Antoine de Saint Exupery, ‘The little prince’. I got an A+ and the astonishing of all my classmates including my teacher – I can still recall that moment of “glory”.

Everything inspires me, a hint of a moment, a talk with a person, something that I’ve seen or heard, a feeling maybe; music inspires me a lot: classical music, especially – Beethoven or Chopin – they put me in almost a mystic frame of mind.
And then the “madness” starts where I just want to be left alone, me, my music, my pen and my papers. I love to hand-write, it seems more personal. Even though it’s harder to rewrite everything on the laptop –especially with novels – that’s tough.

Hellena is a modern day young woman who lives a lonely life and enjoys the rain, the black cats, Poe' s writings and old scented perfumes.
Suddenly she finds herself thrown in the past, a gloomy 1903 Paris, surrounded by all the things she secretly adores.
After the initial shock, she meets several comical characters that make her laugh and dance, she forms alliances with the servants and falls in love with a pale french aristocrat named Louis, who strangely resembles a vampire.
But there's more to him then meets the eye,as she soon finds out.
What it will happen to her when she returns to her own time?
You can find out if you read it.

When I was a teenager, even though I was popular, it didn’t felt quite right amongst people. From time to time I needed to escape in a perfect world, a dark gloomy Victorian world with gowns, etiquette, a world with candles, not electricity, books not television… and then, in my solitude I was writing.
And that felt right, being in a melancholic frame of mind. People say that melancholy is something bad. It’s not. It’s a sort of happy sadness, I always say.

I like to wonder in the solitude of my mind and give world something back.
Writing changed me, of course. After I published my novel, I got reactions from the audience.
When someone can take some time off and relax with your book in their hands, or being inspired, or learn something from my writings, when I get a positive feedback from someone, then I am happy.
No matter how much I’ll be around, my writings will survive me and will be here maybe, who knows, 100 more years after me –or maybe more. Who knows what beautiful youth will find and read my book in 2113?!

Since a child I liked art. I was painting, singing, dancing. I wanted to make a lot of things, if i could;
“Why are we made- I wondered – to live on some strict rules until we become robots and then what? We die? Why did your parents advise you to go on a certain path, when you – maybe – want to go to the opposite direction? Can’t we have more then one profession? What’s more important: what the world wants, or what do I want?” I was thinking about that when I was 13-14 years old, but I kind of feel the same way today.
And I did exactly what I wanted, became everything that I wanted, followed my own dreams, and I don’t regret it even though I had my hesitation/confusing moments.
It’s difficult to write and publish in this country. But not impossible.
And even if you publish your novel here in Romania, you can’t make money out of art, this is a known fact.
Besides writing I also finished Law School, I’m a becoming tattoo and makeup artist, I learned 4 foreign languages, I sang in Greece in taverns with my cousins, I painted, I traveled and saw the world, I did everything that I felt doing, and I had tremendous fun. I still do

I am working on my next vampire chronicles book.

Poe, Baudelaire, Eminescu, Bacovia, Charlotte Bronte, Neil Gaiman

A very meticulous order in a meticulous mess.

I was always between two countries and I think it affected my stile too. Think of the Gothic folklore tales of Romania mixed with the ancient god myths of Greece.