I always wanted to write, but it took some time before I began work on my first novel. In my so-called youth (because despite the passage of time, I still feel young at heart), I was unafraid of hard work (and still am, to this day). I felt that by opening myself up to the world and its people I could gain knowledge which I wouldn’t find within the enclosed walls of a university (although this didn’t prevent me from graduating in Education and later completing an MBA, but my ambitions were never limited only to getting paper qualifications). I worked at a kindergarten and primary school as a teacher, at a theatre as a model and hostess, I took part in fashion photoshoots, managed a beautician’s and worked as a make-up artist. As needs required, I sold flowers on the street, picked grapes or handed out food to the homeless – in my opinion, all honest work, regardless of the position, has value; not necessarily for the entire world, but not least as a way to build character. I’ve always been open to change. In days gone by, I enjoyed doing lots of different things and I had the chance to feel independent. Above all, however, I had the feeling that my life wasn’t standing still but going somewhere, and even if I did something for a time that wasn’t my ultimate goal in life, it was a door to meeting new people, gaining new experiences, and opening up to new emotions and feelings. One thing led to another.
I also had a real passion that I haven’t given up to this day – riding motorbikes. I’ve visited so many places, both in Europe and beyond, and I competed over four seasons (1994-1998) of the Polish Motorcycle Championships. That really did teach me how to be disciplined, control my emotions and cope with stress!