It started, as most chaotic things do, with a character.

Amy wasn't supposed to be anything more than a sketch—a caffeine-fueled idea on a cold morning, headphones blaring something loud and cathartic while I tried to ignore the gnawing sense of meh that only corporate life and a delayed Central Line train can deliver. But she kept talking. Loudly. Sarcastically. Like she had something to prove and no time to prove it politely.

Then came Tomasz. Quiet. Heavy. Controlled. The kind of man who looks like he could either write poetry or bench press regret—depending on the day.

I didn’t set out to write Distorted Beat with a grand plan. What I did want was to tell a love story that didn’t feel like a mirror, but a naughty dream. Something light-hearted and funny. But with cracks deep enough to show the real stuff underneath. Depression. Debt. Grief. The strange ache of being alive in a city that’s both everything and too much.

Because London is its own kind of character in this book. 

If you’re dirt poor, it clings to you. Leaving isn’t always an option—sometimes it's a fantasy, sometimes it's a failure, and sometimes it's just not financially viable. But still… it was home back then. And there's something fiercely romantic about surviving it. About choosing to love in it.

Writing Distorted Beat became a tribute to all of that. To the bad dates, bad exes, cheap wine, night runs, early morning regret, and the deep, slow burn of learning to trust someone again—even when you’re not sure you trust yourself.

I wanted characters who mess up. Who want things they don’t know how to ask for. Who heal by accident and love by surprise.

And I wanted readers to laugh. To sigh. To maybe feel a little seen.

So if you’re here—reading this, reading the book, or just hovering your finger over the "buy" button while sipping lukewarm coffee—thank you. You’re part of the story now too.

Ready to meet Amy and Tomasz? Distorted Beat is out now. Read it. Fall a little. Fight it. Fall harder. Get it on Amazon or Kobo