I was born in the woods of Alaska’s Golden Heart on the longest night of the year.

Okay, that’s not exactly true. But you know what? I write fiction, and I stand behind that hyperbole. Call me an unreliable narrator.

If you want the real, prosaic truth, I was born at Fairbanks Memorial Hospital early on the morning before the Winter Solstice, and my parents took me home to a house in the woods, which they built themselves, buying supplies with money they earned working on the construction of the trans-Alaska oil pipeline. When I was four years old, we moved to Anchorage, and that’s where I grew up.

A small girl wearing overalls crouches in a field in Alaska. The image is watermarked with MaiaKNolan.com.
Foraging since before it was cool.
School portrait of writer Maia K. Nolan in ninth grade, wearing a green scoop neck babydoll dress and a flowered necklace. The image is watermarked with "MaiaKNolan.com"
Central casting ’90s teen.

That’s also around the same time I wrote my first story. With the exception of some solid worldbuilding, it was truly terrible, but in my defense, I was five years old. (And I still wouldn’t say no to a Netflix development deal for it. Call me.)

Other than that, I did normal kid things: oboe lessons, tai chi classes, halibut fishing, going to the opera, playing handbells… you know, your run of the mill childhood.

When I was seventeen, I had the life-changing opportunity to write for the Anchorage Daily News, my hometown daily. After graduation, I headed to Oregon to study journalism at the University of Portland. Although I did end up becoming editor of The Beacon, our college weekly, ultimately I earned my degree in English. At UP, I was fortunate enough to encounter Portland Magazine editor Brian Doyle, who became a trusted mentor.

Candid photograph of two adults and two children posing with a line of freshly caught fish. The image is watermarked "MaiaKNolan.com."
Normal summer day in the Nolan family. The gentleman in the tan jacket is my great-grandfather, whose homestead provided the inspiration for the setting of my novel.
Photo of Maia K. Nolan sitting in an Adirondack chair under an inflatable palm tree. Image is watermarked "MaiaKNolan.com."

My first Real Career™️ out of college was in summer camping. I spent three years on the East Coast, working full-time for a top girls’ sleepaway camp. I loved the work, but I loved writing even more, so I returned to Alaska to earn an MFA in Creative Writing and Literary Arts from the University of Alaska Anchorage. I studied under incredible writers there, including Sherry Simpson and my advisor and mentor, Jo-Ann Mapson.

After that, a lot of things happened: I worked as a paralegal and legal writer. I freelanced. I had an ill-advised foray into religious media. I became managing editor of an online news startup. I met and married my husband. I went into advertising. I had a baby. I returned to the online news startup, which then bought the local paper, for which I then became the head of sales (and built Alaska’s first-ever in-house sponsored content production program, which was a huge success, and launched a white-label dating site for Alaskans, which was a huge flop). I had another baby. My husband got a job in the NBA and we moved to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The newspaper went under. I ran my own content consultancy. I wrote a pandemic newsletter. I became a dance mom. And I finally finished a novel for young adults, set in — you guessed it — Alaska.

Stay tuned to learn what comes next…