Hi, I’m Evalena, and I’m a 50-something Swedish grandmother living in London, UK, with my doggo, two cats and a live-in carer who’s also my son. Prematurely retired due to disability and a non-functioning immune system, I spend an awful lot of time in my bed where my creative brain does its best to drive me bonkers and nag me for something interesting to do.
All things considered, I’m a completely useless person who suck at most things hoomins are supposed to be able to do. I do, however, have a few useful skills. I’m good at:
- sorting shit out,
- making shit up,
- selling shit,
- building people up, and
- creating things with my hands.
Since childhood, storytelling has been the lifeblood that feeds my soul. The crutch I’ve leaned on for support in the darkness, and the wings I’ve soared on in the light. Yet, I‘ve never made something of it. I’ve been writing professionally, and in different capacities, all my life, but it’s all been non-fictional work. I never felt comfortable sharing my stories. Which is odd, I suppose, seeing as I’ve had a knack for selling things.
Although I’m unable to work or meet other people, I take great pleasure in my writing. Not only has it given me a platform where I can “meet” and talk to readers and other writers; it has also made it possible for me to keep sharing my knowledge and be of some use for budding writers and entrepreneurs.