Events

Yesterday evening May 4, 2025 the Royal Festival Hall let us borrow a corner of its second-floor foyer. Plenty of people gathered—some with graph-paper notebooks, others with nothing but the itch to ask “how.” We pushed the chairs close enough for ideas to hop from one sleeve to the next and began teasing apart a city that

For those in London this Saturday (May 3rd) – I’ll be joining the cozy “Writing @ the Laundrette” session at Tell It Better’s cozy space on 4 Chapel Market (Chapel Market Roastery) from 9:15am. The concept is beautifully simple: writers of all levels gather to work in shared silence before connecting afterward—a rare opportunity to

Dear readers, For those in London next weekend, I’ll be participating in a conversation at the the dalston longe on May 7th (Wednesday) at 7pm. The evening will focus on writing across cultural and linguistic boundaries—something that has shaped my work from “Life on the Island” through “Anonymous Letters.” I’ll be discussing how displacement can

What does it mean to create a world that doesn’t exist yet feels authentically inhabitable? How do we build spaces that contain both the familiar and the strange, the recognizable and the impossible? I’m delighted to invite you to a special evening discussion where I’ll be exploring the art and craft of constructing fictional universes

Unexpected news arrives from my homeland—”Anonymous Letters” has been recognized in the 2025 Galakonkurs, Russia’s “Galactic Competition of Arts.” https://galakonkurs.ru/finalists2025.html This recognition, coming just weeks after the Creativitys UK Award, creates a strange symmetry: my work now exists as a bridge between the cultures that have shaped me. To be acknowledged in both London and

Some news reaches you like an echo from a future you hadn’t dared imagine. Three days ago, I received word that “Anonymous Letters” has been awarded the April 2025 Creativitys UK Award (Creativity’s Prize). https://creativitys.uk/creativitys-uk-award-winner-of-april-2025/ The notification arrived while I was in Rome, sitting in a small café near the Tiber, working on preliminary notes

The cacophony of voices at Olympia London yesterday reminded me why translation remains one of literature’s most mysterious arts. Wandering through the London Book Fair’s sprawling pavilions, I found myself gravitating toward conversations that unfolded in multiple languages simultaneously—publishers negotiating rights in rapid-fire German, authors discussing character motivations in accented English, editors debating narrative structures