Daria Miller is an aspiring author, amateur cook, sex-positive feminist, law graduate, professional number cruncher, ranting bitch and all around crazy person.
She occasionally writes about politics and the economy, you have been warned.
The long version:
I was born on the sunny Mediterranean island of Cyprus at some point in the late 80s. From a very young age I had an over-active imagination and a passion for storytelling. As my parents can attest, this can be translated to a constant chatter with no end in sight. Until they taught me how to write, that is.
All my thoughts and daydreams were now able to be transferred (silently) on paper. My parents were ecstatic. Then I discovered that other people wrote too, and their stories were circulated in things called “books”. I spent most of my childhood and teenage years with my nose in a book, frequently disguised as a school-related book. (Here I feel the need to thank my high school librarian for recommending books one wouldn’t necessarily recommend to a 16-year-old, and for lending me books from her personal collection when the school library could not afford to expand in the areas I was interested in.)
Being an inquisitive and naturally argumentative person, I went into law and then promptly got out of it, with a law degree to mount on my wall. I currently work in the financial sector, doing people’s taxes. It’s more interesting than it sounds, I swear.
But that’s not all. I cook, I craft, I collect (read “hoard”) things. I keep myself informed in politics, financial (funny how these two go together) and environmental issues. I watch too many cooking shows and particularly like the competitive, high-pressure ones. I still read, of course. Like smoking, it’s not a habit one drops easily.
I write, after-hours and on the weekends, focusing on the genres I love the most, women’s fiction and romance. I am currently working on a women’s fiction project as well as an essay collection about how ordinary people have experienced the Cyprus financial crisis. I have a draft fantasy novel sitting in a drawer somewhere.