Keep on Going. Keep on Hoping.
Hi, hellow, how y’all doing? My name is Aviva Godfrey! A pleasure to make your aquaintances, one and all. I’m an artist of ten years, an author for over fifteen years, and in general I serve as ye olde familiar oddball.
I’m from [insert the whole Deep South right here], and Texas on my best days.
When not dabbling in new stories, I spend my time studying Japanese and drawing. One day, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, I intend to study for an MA in Japanese, the Ph.D. if they’ll have me, and teach Japanese Language at the university level.
It’s easy to poke fun at my educational background, because the degree on the wall is impossibly vague and a total in-joke at this point.
It reads something like “Bachelor of Arts, Integrated Studies.”
If you squint with your psychic powers, it might say something like “Majoring in English, Linguistics, and Business, with a concentration in graphic design and a minor in Japanese.”
Maybe your psychic powers are stronger than mine?
Still, I’ve made good use of all five of my undergrad college experiences, and all eight of my majors. I’m an eager member of the 2021 Class of Southern New Hampshire University, studying for my MFA in Creative Writing, and can’t wait to graduate next February!
What I Do
I currently attend my MFA program online, but “full time” doesn’t seem to take up as much time as I expected. So when not doing school work, I tend to keep busy with lots of things.
As a writer, I am deep in the trenches of my thesis project — a trilogy titled The Flower Key Rebellion. This hasn’t stopped me from sinking time into writing another several books, however, and I can’t wait to share them with you.
As an artist, I currently support myself on commissions! All the art you see sprinkled around my site, unless noted, is something I’ve drawn myself. If you’d like to commission me for an art piece of your own, just swing by my Ko-Fi page, or visit my Instagram to see more works aside from my silly self-portraits.
Story-teller extraordinaire that I am, I tell a lot of tales about mental health — or the lack thereof.
I have anxiety. I have depression. I have PTSD. I’ve been suicidal.
Life is hard. It can kill you, inside as well as outside. My stories are for the people in the trenches with me. If I’m the grizzled old soldier, let me lend my survival expertise to the younger, the less sure — those in a more precarious place than I am.
Thinking like that is what inspired me to tear down a lot of my previous storytelling choices, and instead use my place in this world to speak to people just like me.
Not for them, mind you. To them.
Tomorrow keeps coming, no matter how hard the present is, or the yesterday that came before it. I find myself hoping for tomorrow’s possibilities, its hope, its “I can.” I would be honored if my stories do the same for my readers.