About

Ava’s Backstory

As a child, I was an avid reader and writer. In fact, I kept a three-ring binder with many of the stories I’d written… tangible proof of my growth and something precious to look back on in fondness. Alas, in a fit of teenage embarrassment over my “dorky childish stories,” I threw it away. Fortunately, my grandmother kept one. And yeah, teenage me was right: it was pretty dorky.

Flash forward to adulthood, and I continued to write. Corporate emails, newsletters, and marketing materials (#notromance). I would Martha Stewart the heck out of my non-work hours cooking, decorating, needlepointing, etc. Not with any skill or palatable success, mind you, but I needed something, anything, that would fulfill the restless urge to create which nettled in my brain. Then, on a milestone birthday vacation in Las Vegas with my friend, I tossed around the idea of writing a book. Blame the poolside margaritas or thank my ever-supportive friend, but I began writing. And writing and writing. I finished three stories. I submitted a couple to a local unpublished author contest. I learned in excruciating detail how much I DID NOT KNOW about writing.

But, I also won.

I’ve been published since 2016, and have loved almost every minute of being an author (the tedious frustration of self-edits, not so much). I get to create. Create characters and worlds and stories, pulled from somewhere deep inside me, that I can share with the world. I’ve met wonderful people, from other authors to readers to the me I hadn’t known I could be. And every time I publish a new story, I have a tangible piece of my heart and soul I can hand to someone and say, “Here, this is a part of me. I hope within these pages, you can escape for a bit, laugh, cry, wonder, and love. And I hope your panties get moist.”

Because that’s how I roll ;-p