It was 2022 and a Film Student full of dreams had just arrived in Vienna for her internship. She had spent weeks imagining her office outfits, the high heels on the parquet floor, and the keyboard flying under her fingers. The internship became the job and everything felt right.

But less than a year later something shifted: she had been accepted into Drama School. Balancing work and school wasn’t the issue.
She kept daydreaming about using all the Screenwriting notes in her laptop in some classes. She could see her students listening and writing their own things. She didn’t feel comfortable in heels anymore, because as a theatre student she now spent most of her time barefoot. And above all, she wasn’t writing her own stories anymore—it was someone else’s.

She left the job. Twenty-nine days later, with a high fever and some nausea, she hosted her first Screenwriting Class for three wonderful, smiling women.

Yeah, that girl was me, and writing this isn’t easy, because it forces me to look at myself with open eyes. But let’s continue, shall we?
I kept hosting Workshops until I graduated from Drama School. Finally, I had time to focus on my projects. I sat down and decided I needed to officialize it.

I took marketing and digital marketing classes, learned how to build a website on my own and write sales pitches. I needed a name that reflected my way of teaching and approaching art.
For too long I had been my own enemy, my worst critic, the master sabotateur of my own stories—something had to change. I needed to feel good again, to find my writing rhythm.

I needed to apply what I teach my writers to my own writing too.
I decided to stop believing that art must come from pain and changed everything TO LOVE.