So why was someone who prefers reading non-fiction and is not a fan of fantasy decide to write a children’s story about a little elf from Iceland.? I have absolutely no idea. It started last October after I returned from a trip to Iceland.
Some people, particularly in Iceland, really do believe elves exist. I do not. Yet, for some strange reason, I had a desire to write about them. I felt that if I was going to write a story, it should have some useful purpose. I try to make my stories fun while dealing with serious matters such as school bullying and racism.
Anyone expecting to see wizards flying through the air and things magically appearing and disappearing will be disappointed in my stories. With the exception of a few unusual, but minor abilities, the elves in my stories have little advantage over humans. They are in fact at a disadvantage. At 4 feet tall and with pointed ears, interaction with humans is possible only for very clever elves such as our hero, Aldar.
My hope is that children will see Aldar as somewhat of a role model. He may not do everything right, but he enjoys living, learning new things, and helping others.