J. Aleksandr Wootton

When I'm not writing (or managing the business surrounding writing, which is its own full-time job on top of writing itself), I am often found reading, cooking, catching up with friends far, hanging out with friends near, playing ultimate frisbee, walking to a library or perusing a used bookstore, studying martial arts, in a pub, or in church.

I do! I was 8; it was terrible.

It began with some vague notion of being an Argonauts-type epic sea-quest with monsters to battle en route, then got all Sinbad-like in an Arabian desert with an attempted betrayal and theft of a genie's locket, and finally - in the twist that nobody saw coming - became, in its final sentence, the worst Star Wars knockoff imaginable.

Needless to say, publishers have been hammering at my door ever since.