For as far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a writer. When I wrote my first stories in elementary school, they were unabashed homages to my favorite books, like Where the Red Fern Grows and The Chronicles of Narnia, or junior novelizations of my favorite Disney movies. I was, at heart, a fan fiction writer, and even the first full-length novel I wrote, in my junior year of high school, was an Isaac Asimov pastiche, filled with androids and cranky humans who despise them, unfairly. I often muse that not much has changed, except that now I’m writing more acceptable fan fiction because the original creators have been dead for numerous centuries.
My love of all things Aztec developed in college, with an introductory class in Native American history, though it wasn’t until I went to Clarion West in 2002 that I wrote my first Aztec mythology story. And as they say, the rest is history. While I’ve published a number of non-Aztec stories, I’ve built the majority of my reputation as a writer of Aztec-inspired science fiction and fantasy (and I’ve started expanding out into romance as well. Very challenging!).