First of all, greetings and salutations and thank you for visiting my site.
So, a little about me.
I’ve always had a passion for the mysterious. Legends from ancient history that scholars struggled to explain. I don’t remember ever attending church as family, but I vividly remember my mother reading stories to me when I was young. “Children’s Stories of the Bible”. I could sit there for hours intently listening, and when I got older, reading it myself. As insignificant as it may seem, it set the foundation for my faith, and ignited a fire within me that continues to this very day.
Now let’s turn back the clock to more than thirty years ago. Being a young mother myself, I tried to instill the same values in my own children, sharing the same stories that I cherished so much when I was little. It was about this same time that my mother, who was never very religious, became “born again” and boy oh boy was she a handful. Don’t get me wrong, I understood the passion she felt, but I remember how off-putting her treatment towards us had become. It was as if we were constantly being judged, and everything we were doing was wrong. We listened to the wrong music… weren’t raising our children right… didn’t dress the right way… used the wrong words. Even our relationship as husband and wife was in question.
Ironically, I learned something about myself in those days. Not that I was ever confrontational. I was more of a shut up and keep it in kinda girl. But what I did have was this intense desire; a need to find the truth. It wasn’t enough for me to take someone’s word about what something meant. I had to find out for myself… Even if I found out I was wrong. (Oh, the horror) I knew what I believed, but why did I believe it? Why were my beliefs right when there were so many other religions out there? What proof was there?
And then there were the mysteries. Ancient tales and legends, unexplained events and discoveries, and out of place artifacts. Not to mention similar knowledge and accounts across cultures, such as the great flood or the construction of grand pyramids, despite being separated by the vast oceans of the world.
It was these unanswered questions that fascinated me. And so began my journey. My research started with the Bible. Why was it the foundation of my faith? What evidence was there that it was the written word of God? I admit, I was somewhat biased. It’s hard to look at something independently when in your heart, you want it to be true. I can tell you I learned quite a bit along the way, much of it very humbling, but in the end, I grew more confident than ever that the Bible was truly inspired by God. I will explain this further in a separate post, but suffice it to say, the Bible and my faith are central to all my writings.
Back to thirty years ago, I created my own (don’t laugh) free AOL website and started to write under the pseudonym Wanda Paige. (yes, I use a pen name)
I published a multitude of pages based upon my research, and made regular weekly updates commenting on the news headlines of the day. I quickly discovered that it wasn’t just research or tinkering with a newly acquired talent for web-design, but that I absolutely loved writing. It felt invigorating, as if it was something I was meant to do and was amazed at how easily the words flowed to the screen. Unable to hold the creative juices in, I began writing my first novel and was making great progress, but then life got in the way. The free time got swallowed up, bills had to be paid, and suffice it to say I had to put everything on hold. So, I printed out what I had, placed it in a manila envelope, and stuffed in a box. Unable to maintain the website any longer, I removed all the content and filed everything away in a container of used to be’s and once was’s.
Back to the present, a lot has changed since then. My beautiful daughters have both grown to become incredible women leaving hubby and I as servants to our three cats. As both full-time IT professionals, free time doesn’t come as much as we’d like, but then I came across that old container with the manila envelope. Opening the contents, it was like I’d been hit by a wave, and it didn’t take long for the old writing bug to kick back in. And so, after more than a year of research and revisions, I’m pleased to say I’ve finally completed my first full length novel.
Since finishing Universal Translator, I’ve discovered it’s not an easy journey for an unknown author to find representation, but thanks to technology, there are many other options to explore. I’ve created this site not only to give those with interest a chance to get to know me as an author, but in a sense, it’s a form of therapy for me.
Now I am not a preacher, a theological or a biblical scholar. I am a flawed person who makes mistakes every day, navigating through this crazy world. I am; however, a firm believer in our heavenly Father and in his son Jesus Christ. You might be offended by some of my writings. You might agree. You might disagree. The point is, we’re all brothers and sisters on this great journey together, and I hope what you find here makes you think and inspires you to seek answers, and ultimately, the truth.