Truer than truth?
The Who & the what
Olga writes grittier, darker, funnier YA novels.
She grew up in a small Croatian town on the western bank of the Danube, working her way through her father's vast library, and dreaming big.
One day, as she dragged herself away from the deliciously frightening tale of Viy, the King of the Gnomes in order to endure her daily constitutional (because Mema had warned that her bones will turn to compost unless she ventured outside at least once a day), Olga discovered a pitch-black portal to a starless Universe opening up right on her doorstep. She started to run, and never stopped until she reached the safety of Sunny Brixton. Olga has lived in the UK ever since, except when she is exploring the world’s rhythms, flavours and narratives.
A true movie buff, Olga also writes a weekly blog, noting her favourite films & TV series. And, for the first time ever, she is not writing alone.
The main characters in Olga's novels are young people, in search of an identity, higher purpose and personal freedom.
They are lost souls with a grudge against the norms and expectations imposed on them by society, willing to do anything it takes to break free of those confines. They believe in nothing, yet deep inside they harbour hope for finding a life that’s worth living.
Their rage is palpable.
Their honesty breathtaking.
Their paths extreme.
And their sense of humour just doesn’t give a shit.
From the Shadow
Sometimes, when we’re terrified of embracing our true calling, we’ll pursue a shadow calling instead. The shadow career is a metaphor for our real career. Its shape is similar, its contours feel tantalizingly the same. But a shadow career entails no real risk. If we fail at a shadow career, the consequences are meaningless to us. – Steven Pressfield
Olga used to be a sucker for shadows. Shadow-relationships, shadow-homes and shadow-careers, she used to find them irresistible. This terrible spell only lifted after she began to work on HELENA: The Small Town Throwdown. Suddenly, she understood that nothing good could ever come out of living in a shadow, and even if it did, there was a terrible price to pay (like the self-portrait above, titled A Stranger Aiming a Gun at My Temple, so clearly illustrates).