About Me

David K. Isley, writer.

David was born and raised in the foothills of southern Virginia, in the eastern shadows of the Appalachian Mountains. Growing up in a modest household, the younger of two boys, he spent much his free time with friends running through the woods surrounding their house, making up all sorts of scenarios. Today, he considers his family and pets to be the most important things in his life. When not working or writing, if he isn’t spending time with his family or pets, you can find him in the kitchen, enjoying his love of cooking. Weeded Out is David’s first novel.

David has also ventured in Children's picture books, having completed stories for three separate series.

I was born a poor bla...no, wait that was Steve Martin's line in The Jerk.

I was born and raised in the Virginia foothills, east of the Appalachian Mountains.  We weren't rich by any means, but for the most part I didn't go without, at least the necessities.  But what I did get from not having everything was how to use my imagination.  And boy did I develop one.

Before I learned to write, I would create stories, drawing them in great detail (okay, stick figures aren't great detail but in my mind these drawings were master pieces and I really wish I had kept them.)  Then once I learned to write, I spent years trying  different outlets: poetry, plays, free verse, short stories, novellas...all finally leading me to my first long form story.

But what took me so long?  Life.   Job.  Marriage.  Child.  Divorce.  Single parenthood with kid's activities.  Second marriage.  Oh and don't forget, bills.

But that isn't me, well not all of me.  Growing up, I was an outdoors kid.  I would rather be in the woods playing with my friends than sitting down and reading.  My dad was the same, he was a hands on person, always wanting to be busy with something.   My mom, she was a voracious reader, a trait she passed on to my brother.

Eventually in my early teens, I found a couple of YA series where I could disappear.  I would save my lunch money all week, stop in at the local bookstore on Friday afternoon, pick up another of the series and spend Sunday afternoon reading it, that had become my one day of the week for books.  But this also inspired me to write my first novella with characters similar to those in the books I enjoyed.  And even though I shared that story with friends, I never considered myself a serious writer, it was a hobby.

School, college, job, marriage, raising my son, these all became priorities.  Through the years I've toyed with writing, putting pen to paper (well, fingers to the keyboard) until I finally found characters that responded to my thoughts or maybe I responded to theirs.

Anyway, the older I got, the more I realized that if you wanted to do something, do it today, tomorrow may not come.