How It All Started
My teenage dream was to run a little bookshop.
I would sell books, read books, talk books. I would serve coffee and brownies,
at the back of the shop, for those eager to read a few pages
or to chat about… well, books.
I would play some music, perhaps. Softly. Display art.
Hang snapshots of magical places I’ve been at or fantasized about.
Want French fries with that? * Sigh *
I’m your host, Helene Poulakou.
I never opened my dream shop. Lack of capitals to start with. Then, a job, family, and the usual dream-stealers.
Yes, family is great, and experience makes you rich (if you know how to use it), but still…
Anyways, as the cliché goes, “When God closes a door, he opens up a skylight.” Then you have to braid a rope from the sheets, and practice your climbing skills. It’s interesting, and challenging, and racking.
This is where my deus ex machina entered the scene. You see…
Some years later, the internet came along, and I jumped at it. Minimal start-up costs, and the freedom to do what I love (read, write, connect, instruct) at my own corner of the web.
So, here we are:
This is where I finally managed to combine the things I love doing
in one single virtual space:
- a freelancer’s office where I’ll take care of your translation and writing needs
(I’m fluent in three languages, a diligent worker, and a long-time professional)
- a collection of master wordsmiths to satisfy our hunger for the written word
(can reading ever be enough?) and our need for helpful resources
- a writing classroom where to explore aspects of writing, to engage in constructive,
mutual exchange, and to gain from each other’s insights, zest, and experience
- an art space to cater for our soul’s desire for beauty
- a cozy lounge where to discuss our writing deeds and freelancing concerns, or
to look for a quick tip, a suggestion, a review.
Fill your mug with steamy, aroma-rich coffee, cuddle up on the sofa,
relax, read on, join in.
“Reading Girl On A Sofa” by Isaac Israëls (1865 – 1934)