My name is Ali. By day, I work as a communications maven in beautiful Boulder, Colorado. By night, I wrestle with my long-gestating novel (affectionately nicknamed “The Beast”). In an attempt to ward off the cynicism of post-modern adulthood, I actively nurture the bright-eyed kid and the restless adolescent within me. Somewhat incongruously, I also tend to gravitate toward the wisdom of old people and dead people.
I was born and raised in the San Gabriel Valley of California, spending most of my summers by the ocean or in the eastern Sierras, so I’ve always felt caught between sea spray and alpine air. I have way too many interests to keep track of: from music, literature, film and animation to theology, cosmology, physics; the list keeps growing. There’s a strange, giddy relief in knowing I’ll never run out of things to learn about the world, or ideas to absorb. It’s why I wake up each day terribly excited about something.
My greatest passion is storytelling. It’s the lens through which I understand the world and the primary means by which I express myself … when I’m not busy mapping new philosophies from the shoulders of my favorite giants (see: this blog). My creative endeavors are sponsored by generous amounts of coffee and the requisite self-doubt. I like to say that my to-read stack would kill a man if it toppled. Feel free to increase the danger to everyone in my immediate vicinity by recommending another book.