Thank you Oloriel!

During your life, you will meet people that you will immediatly like, no specific reasons. I like to describe it as some celestial entity doing a piano solo and just infecting you with emotion. This is what happened to me with Helena.
Thank you once more for letting me participate in your adventures and for the kind words you gift both to me and my writing! 🙂

dilettante factory

Thank you Oloriel… or Selena… or Selena Moonshadow…. or Mirjana Miric Inalman  — a woman with more aliases and hats than I have.

Oloriel is a force of nature, and if you haven’t felt her wind blow your way yet, I’d be surprised. Yesterday, she was kind enough to lend her praise to the cover reveal for Memoirs of a Dilettante Volume One, and I’m here to say thank you kindly, darling.

I am constantly at awe at this woman’s prolific output — whether it be her own magnificent poetry, written under the influence of no drug other than her own intoxicating sense of the surreal and the beautiful — or her photography and artwork, which is sometimes dark and gritty, and other times astoundingly lovely.

Oloriel reaches out from her Eastern European home and attracts collaborators from around the globe, drawn to her flame like the…

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~ by Oloriel on February 14, 2014.

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