I first saw the world on October 18, 1985-or so they say. I strongly doubt it, considering it was a harsh winter, and besides, a new-born can't see a thing. By then, I already had a sister, and my younger sister came along to bring even more joy later.
Since my early childhood, I've been wearing out paper, though these days it's more likely a keyboard. Whether it's fortunate or not, I can't seem to stop. Writing wasn't a choice formed; it chose me. Ever since I learned to write, I've been entertaining myself and now the dear audience with various stories.
In my tender green pea age, I edited different school and dormitory magazines. There were times when I even took partin recitations. In any life situation, I can recite Zoltán Zelk's poem "Ez aztán a vásárfia" (This is the Market Boy) with ease.
"In writing, the beauty is that I can have as many personalities as I want without being jailed up." - Author
"If I were to record every thought of mine, I would be writing this from a prison cell." - Author
"I took one of my dreams off a shelf, dusted it off, and now I'm starting anew." - Author
"I read to broaden my horizons, and I write because the voices says so." - Author.