Deborah Kinnon

These bios are usually written in third person, but I'd rather talk to you directly without the construct of an imaginary wall between us. Because I am "you," someone who wants to be transported into an adventure of possibility. I've been a writer since before I could string letters into words, since I was a three-year-old handing my mother a pad of paper and a yellow pencil, asking her to take down a tale that wouldn't quit in my toddler's head. I'm always asking, "What if?" And my imagination takes off from there, weaving possibilities into stories.

I was ten when I saw my first undeniable UFOs, two red ovals zigzagging with intent one after the other through a clear night sky. A few years later Erich von Daniken's Chariots of the Gods opened my eyes to see that aliens came to Earth in ancient times. I believe that they're still around, maybe more involved with us than we know. So why are we all supposed to scoff at the concept of aliens coming to our planet? Why don't we all react with our natural human curiosity? What if the answer is, someone wants it that way? Here's an idea: Maybe people have been taught to ridicule those who say they've seen UFOs, taught by an organization that's very good at propagandizing, very good at securing their power in the world, very concerned about losing that power if people accepted the fact that aliens have been on Earth. I wrote my first novel, Messenger of the Ancient Gods, as a fun ride on the back of this premise, and I hope it transports you into the adventure of possibility.