N.J. SIMAT

N.J. SIMAT

I was born in College Park Atlanta to a handsome couple in their mid-twenties. My dad traded his vitality to reach the “the upper-middle class,” by his forties, yet he never fully escaped the tauntings of his poorer adolescent days. Thus he refused to create another generation of hungry tummies and laughable ensembles. With determination to escape his economic restraints, he joined the Navy in his late teens and claimed a 1st generation college graduate title at Clayton State University– breaking generational curses and paving the way for me to become a writer. My first novel is dedicated to him.

My mom couldn’t be any more different than my late father. She¬†brings positive energy with her wherever she goes and has an incredibly calm disposition, but, she can sometimes be a little distant–like an angel. Both of these wonderful humans have shaped me to be both a realist and an¬†artist; my feet are on the ground but my head is in the clouds, so to speak.

I believe that the challenges I faced in childhood and adolescence have given me a strong voice and a pretty prominent sense of humor and that they carry through into my work. After all is said and done, I wouldn’t change a thing, because today I am an author and not a day goes by where I do not feel grateful to be able to do what I love.

I enjoy writing genre-bending fiction with metaphysical underlayers. I also write with the belief that characters create the story.


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