Story is my life
Before I could hold a crayon I was telling stories to my adoring fans and captive audience—my stuffed animals and imaginary friends. They were always very encouraging and supportive.
Really, I've been blessed with support for my writing throughout my life. My third grade teacher assigned creative writing assignments which were read aloud at story time. This resulted in such fan favorites as Danny the Space Age Dinosaur and the Octopotumus (a collaborative effort with a couple of other classmates.) Someday, I might post those just for giggles. We'll see.
Fortunately, my writing has improved since then. Now I have a published novel—Vision Walker—which seems to have several sequels lined up, though the characters are a bit slow to fill in the details. Part two is in progress, but I have no idea when it will be done, to be honest. These stories seem to tell themselves in their own way and time. I'm just the flippin' secretary.
A second work—The Voices At My Shoulder—is completed and should be out by 2017. This is a collection of spiritual inspirations gathered over the course of the last fifteen years.
I have also published some short erotic fiction pieces online originally under the name AJ Wilder on a site which no longer exists. These pieces are not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or who is bothered by explicit intimacy between women.
Throughout my life, even at times when I didn't nurture it, or even give it the time of day, my writing has always been with me. The one constant, the one thing I felt was truly and genuinely mine down to the bone. The one thing no one could take away from me, no matter how weird my life got (and trust me, it's been pretty interesting so far.)
Of all the things I love to do, all the varied interests and curiosities, writing is my first and enduring love.