Hhala wrote her first piece when she was twenty-nine. It wasn’t a novel.
She went on writing, from time to time, for a few years, while doing other things; dancing with her friends, singing to her friends, designing funky furniture, painting a little, reading a lot, translating movies and books, having a beautiful daughter, opening a catering company, falling in and out of love…
And then, one day, “life decided to challenge the fuck out of [her]… and [she] wrote Black Hole.”