About Tamila Sprishevska

I have been telling stories for as long as I can remember. A lifelong lover of ancient legends and

golden-age epics, I grew up with my nose in tales from every corner of the world – and soon

realized they were all, at heart, the same story: of destiny, loss, courage, and hope.

I draw inspiration from the greats – Roger Zelazny, Robert Sheckley, and the mythic flavor of

Madeline Miller. My prose often echoes the wonder of Stardust, the charm of Practical Magic,

and the melancholy magic of old fairytales. When not weaving fantastical tales or diving into worlds created by other writers, I listen to Frank Sinatra and Julie London, dream of Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro, and learn about wine-making – the last true alchemy of our time.

I now live in beautiful British Columbia, after a snowy stretch in Alberta, whose stark winters

inspired a frozen realm in my debut novel. Surrounded by lush gardens, I spend my days

writing, reading, and discovering beautiful corners of the Okanagan valley.

Why I write

For me, storytelling comes as naturally as rain in spring.

Since childhood, I’ve been telling stories - to parents, playmates, teachers. At school, I poured

my heart into essays and short fiction. Stories don’t feel like something I invent - they live

inside me already.  And when I don’t write, I feel unwell - like a spring that’s forgotten how to flow.

All the things I’ve ever read, felt, or lived through eventually distill into story. Writing isn’t a

process I control; it’s a rhythm I follow. Some might call that wild. I call it true.