My name is Arbor. I’m a writer, an artist, and a professional hobbyist (meaning I have more hobbies than I have time!)
Serious author photo? Hell naw!
I honestly don’t remember when I started writing, what I do remember is sitting in my parents bedroom as a seven or eight-year-old with my dad’s tiny tape recorder recording myself “interviewing” characters that I created using funny voices to differentiate between them. I remember drawing and writing in my children’s books with the firm belief that I was improving the books with my edits. I remember writing out and illustrating a story called “A Playground in the House” about a girl and her dog going to a playground. I remember sitting in the children’s section of the library soaking in stories about the fabled Atlantis and realizing that I wanted to write a story about it. The first story I wrote with the full realization that I wanted to be a writer was a story called Atlantic Island. It was based off my readings of Atlantis and my love of movies and books about shipwrecked characters and ancient secrets. I remember telling my maternal grandmother that I wanted to be a writer and her response of “Oh you’ll never make any money doing that” only garnered a stubborn thought of I don’t care I’ll do it anyway.
By the time I was 12 I had written many versions of Atlantic Island but it wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t good enough, but I was determined to keep writing. I daydreamed all the time, I was the proverbial child with her head in the clouds. I was home-schooled most of my life and my learning time was pretty much free use. I spent most of my time reading, daydreaming, drawing, listening to music and playing.
12 was a drastic year for me in many ways. It was the year I turned introspective enough to consider my belief structures, the year I first conceived of what would later become Kinetics, the year my eyesight started to go bad and my vague dream of entering the Air Force so I could be an astronaut was dashed to the rocks, the year I started to really work on being the person I wanted to be. I knew I could never make money off being a writer, so I tried to figure out what I wanted to do beyond that. A doctor? An astronaut? A teacher? A politician? Regardless of where my thoughts turned it all revolved around writing. Writing was central to my being, writing was core to my life. I couldn’t imagine a world where I wasn’t writing. What I did in the interim was unimportant as long as it was a vehicle to drive my passion forwards.
So I may not recall when I started writing, when I started conceiving stories, but I remember the important steps in the middle, I remember the tiny building blocks that I’ve put into place to grow my skills, to fight for what I wanted, to work for every ounce of so called talent.
When I’m not writing or working at my favorite used book/media store I play video games (immersive storytelling), watch movies (visual and auditory storytelling), draw, paint, and pick up hobbies. I love hiking, music of all kinds, and I try to continue to learn and grow as a writer. I try to find new ways to push myself to my limits and past them.
My hobbies include:
(and probably something I’ve forgotten about)
And there you have a little about me.